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turously in his arms; he forgot his vows, his sanctity, and his fame; he remembered nothing but the pleasure and opportunity.
"Ambrosio! Oh, my Ambrosio!" sighed Matilda.
"Thine, ever thine," murmured the friar, and sunk upon her bosom.
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turously in his arms; he forgot his vows, his sanctity, and his fame; he remembered nothing but the pleasure and opportunity.
"Ambrosio! Oh, my Ambrosio!" sighed Matilda.
"Thine, ever thine," murmured the friar, and sunk upon her bosom.
CHAP.
