"When I am gone from thee, my chosen." she said; "when at nighht thou stretchest out thine hand and canst not find me, then shouldst thou think of at times of me, for of a truth I love thee well, though I be not fit to wash thy feet. And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no lve and no warmth,
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