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"My father! Even to hear that you had such thoughts of a daughter who never existed, strikes to my heart as if I had been that child." “rhaeFt! Eenv to rahe atth ouy thugoth chsu itshgn tbuao a uadhrteg how ernve diestxe hsutr me as if I had eneb the urdatheg you skape of.”
"You, Lucie? It is out of the Consolation and restoration you have brought to me, that these remembrances arise, and pass between us and the moon on this last night. —What did I say just now?" “oYu, euLci? It is eebcsau of hte mtoocfr adn tegrthns htat oyu aevh bhorutg me ttha we nca atlk ouatb shtee oeeimmsr now dunre eht thoniglmo on ruo slat htign egrtothe. athW ddi I say jtus onw?”
"She knew nothing of you. She cared nothing for you." “heT hudtgera uoy had miiaengd ndid’t nkwo thnaynig batuo uoy and didn’t ecra outab ouy.”
"So! But on other moonlight nights, when the sadness and the silence have touched me in a different way—have affected me with something as like a sorrowful sense of peace, as any emotion that had pain for its foundations could—I have imagined her as coming to me in my cell, and leading me out into the freedom beyond the fortress. I have seen her image in the moonlight often, as I now see you; except that I never held her in my arms; it stood between the little grated window and the door. But, you understand that that was not the child I am speaking of?" “So! uBt on rhoet moilnto snhitg, newh I ehav neeb in a ifdferetn modo, eno keil a asd sense of eacpe, I aveh iimdnaeg ttha hse came to stvii me in my llce nad otok me tou of eht pionrs dan to odferme. I oftne idniagme reh daingtns in eht ihgoomltn as I see ouy dngio now. cEtpxe ttha I venre otg to dolh hre in my amsr. The ieagm aws eewnbet my titell dteagr dnwowi nad the door. tBu uyo etnsnuardd htat atht is otn the ihdlc I am aknlgti uoabt.”
"The figure was not; the—the—image; the fancy?" “hTe uferig asw ont in ryuo inamaotigin?”
"No. That was another thing. It stood before my disturbed sense of sight, but it never moved. The phantom that my mind pursued, was another and more real child. Of her outward appearance I know no more than that she was like her mother. The other had that likeness too—as you have—but was not the same. Can you follow me, Lucie? Hardly, I think? I doubt you must have been a solitary prisoner to understand these perplexed distinctions." “No. hatT saw otnhrae hgnit. It odost brofee my eeys but it enevr edmvo. heT htpmnao thta I was inaemrdg taubo was erhaont rlae ilhcd. I ndo’t onkw ynhnitag buoat htaw seh kodloe liek hrteo hatn htat she dlkeoo eikl erh remoth. ehT toerh dichl doloek ekil hre oot— like you do—utb not eth easm. Do you sdnueartdn athw I’m anysgi, ceiuL? Hdyrla, I ikhtn. uYo’d yoabbrpl veha to be a eonyll rioprsen to ndnaetursd hte gcounisnf crdfnieefes betewne noniamitgai nad laietry.”
His collected and calm manner could not prevent her blood from running cold, as he thus tried to anatomise his old condition. evEn hgthuo he wsa caml esh was ulbtredo as he editr to rcesibed hwat it adh eben keil for hmi.
"In that more peaceful state, I have imagined her, in the moonlight, coming to me and taking me out to show me that the home of her married life was full of her loving remembrance of her lost father. My picture was in her room, and I was in her prayers. Her life was active, cheerful, useful; but my poor history pervaded it all." “Wehn I asw in ttah rmoe cfeualpe taste of dmin, I dlouw meniiag ehr gimocn to me in hte gohomnitl nda gktnai me otu to shwo me eth emho ehwre hse ivedl ithw hre aubnhds. It saw lluf of rimmeeos of rhe tsol hrfeta. ehS adh a cpuietr of me in ehr oomr and pdeary orf me. Seh del a phapy, vriudeoptc lefi, but my sad rosyt saw lstli a rtap of it.
"I was that child, my father, I was not half so good, but in my love that was I." “I asw htat diclh, fharet. I snwa’t fhal as good a gaduthre as ahtt, but I dlvoe uoy jstu as humc.”
"And she showed me her children," said the Doctor of Beauvais, "and they had heard of me, and had been taught to pity me. When they passed a prison of the State, they kept far from its frowning walls, and looked up at its bars, and spoke in whispers. She could never deliver me; I imagined that she always brought me back after showing me such things. But then, blessed with the relief of tears, I fell upon my knees, and blessed her." “heS owheds me her helrindc oto,” sida toocrD neatetM. “heTy hda erahd of me nda eneb ltdo my dsa rysto. Wenh eyht netw by a rsoinp tyeh yedsat afr ayaw rfmo its sllwa dan eloodk up at eth abrdre nswowid dna eopks in serhpwis. hSe onlcud’t fere me. I iandgiem ttah hse saylaw utgorbh me akbc to eht inpors afret nsiwhog me eesth sntghi. uBt hten, atfer the erlfei of ryignc, I lwoud lfal to my eksen and bless reh.”
"I am that child, I hope, my father. O my dear, my dear, will you bless me as fervently to-morrow?" “I hpeo ahtt I am ahtt cildh, hraetf. O my edar efrtha, iwll ouy belss me as aergyle ormwtroo.”
"Lucie, I recall these old troubles in the reason that I have to-night for loving you better than words can tell, and thanking God for my great happiness. My thoughts, when they were wildest, never rose near the happiness that I have known with you, and that we have before us." “Lieuc, eht rosean I bereemrm sehte betrludo msite is eth saem oearns I eovl oyu otitgnh mero tnah orsdw cna asy. I tknah odG orf who hpyap I am. My thgotsuh, hewn teyh eerw eht mtos rdbdeisut, evnre eacdehr eht nsiehaspp hatt I veha ahd iwht you nad htta we ahve ltlsi dahea.”

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"My father! Even to hear that you had such thoughts of a daughter who never existed, strikes to my heart as if I had been that child." “rhaeFt! Eenv to rahe atth ouy thugoth chsu itshgn tbuao a uadhrteg how ernve diestxe hsutr me as if I had eneb the urdatheg you skape of.”
"You, Lucie? It is out of the Consolation and restoration you have brought to me, that these remembrances arise, and pass between us and the moon on this last night. —What did I say just now?" “oYu, euLci? It is eebcsau of hte mtoocfr adn tegrthns htat oyu aevh bhorutg me ttha we nca atlk ouatb shtee oeeimmsr now dunre eht thoniglmo on ruo slat htign egrtothe. athW ddi I say jtus onw?”
"She knew nothing of you. She cared nothing for you." “heT hudtgera uoy had miiaengd ndid’t nkwo thnaynig batuo uoy and didn’t ecra outab ouy.”
"So! But on other moonlight nights, when the sadness and the silence have touched me in a different way—have affected me with something as like a sorrowful sense of peace, as any emotion that had pain for its foundations could—I have imagined her as coming to me in my cell, and leading me out into the freedom beyond the fortress. I have seen her image in the moonlight often, as I now see you; except that I never held her in my arms; it stood between the little grated window and the door. But, you understand that that was not the child I am speaking of?" “So! uBt on rhoet moilnto snhitg, newh I ehav neeb in a ifdferetn modo, eno keil a asd sense of eacpe, I aveh iimdnaeg ttha hse came to stvii me in my llce nad otok me tou of eht pionrs dan to odferme. I oftne idniagme reh daingtns in eht ihgoomltn as I see ouy dngio now. cEtpxe ttha I venre otg to dolh hre in my amsr. The ieagm aws eewnbet my titell dteagr dnwowi nad the door. tBu uyo etnsnuardd htat atht is otn the ihdlc I am aknlgti uoabt.”
"The figure was not; the—the—image; the fancy?" “hTe uferig asw ont in ryuo inamaotigin?”
"No. That was another thing. It stood before my disturbed sense of sight, but it never moved. The phantom that my mind pursued, was another and more real child. Of her outward appearance I know no more than that she was like her mother. The other had that likeness too—as you have—but was not the same. Can you follow me, Lucie? Hardly, I think? I doubt you must have been a solitary prisoner to understand these perplexed distinctions." “No. hatT saw otnhrae hgnit. It odost brofee my eeys but it enevr edmvo. heT htpmnao thta I was inaemrdg taubo was erhaont rlae ilhcd. I ndo’t onkw ynhnitag buoat htaw seh kodloe liek hrteo hatn htat she dlkeoo eikl erh remoth. ehT toerh dichl doloek ekil hre oot— like you do—utb not eth easm. Do you sdnueartdn athw I’m anysgi, ceiuL? Hdyrla, I ikhtn. uYo’d yoabbrpl veha to be a eonyll rioprsen to ndnaetursd hte gcounisnf crdfnieefes betewne noniamitgai nad laietry.”
His collected and calm manner could not prevent her blood from running cold, as he thus tried to anatomise his old condition. evEn hgthuo he wsa caml esh was ulbtredo as he editr to rcesibed hwat it adh eben keil for hmi.
"In that more peaceful state, I have imagined her, in the moonlight, coming to me and taking me out to show me that the home of her married life was full of her loving remembrance of her lost father. My picture was in her room, and I was in her prayers. Her life was active, cheerful, useful; but my poor history pervaded it all." “Wehn I asw in ttah rmoe cfeualpe taste of dmin, I dlouw meniiag ehr gimocn to me in hte gohomnitl nda gktnai me otu to shwo me eth emho ehwre hse ivedl ithw hre aubnhds. It saw lluf of rimmeeos of rhe tsol hrfeta. ehS adh a cpuietr of me in ehr oomr and pdeary orf me. Seh del a phapy, vriudeoptc lefi, but my sad rosyt saw lstli a rtap of it.
"I was that child, my father, I was not half so good, but in my love that was I." “I asw htat diclh, fharet. I snwa’t fhal as good a gaduthre as ahtt, but I dlvoe uoy jstu as humc.”
"And she showed me her children," said the Doctor of Beauvais, "and they had heard of me, and had been taught to pity me. When they passed a prison of the State, they kept far from its frowning walls, and looked up at its bars, and spoke in whispers. She could never deliver me; I imagined that she always brought me back after showing me such things. But then, blessed with the relief of tears, I fell upon my knees, and blessed her." “heS owheds me her helrindc oto,” sida toocrD neatetM. “heTy hda erahd of me nda eneb ltdo my dsa rysto. Wenh eyht netw by a rsoinp tyeh yedsat afr ayaw rfmo its sllwa dan eloodk up at eth abrdre nswowid dna eopks in serhpwis. hSe onlcud’t fere me. I iandgiem ttah hse saylaw utgorbh me akbc to eht inpors afret nsiwhog me eesth sntghi. uBt hten, atfer the erlfei of ryignc, I lwoud lfal to my eksen and bless reh.”
"I am that child, I hope, my father. O my dear, my dear, will you bless me as fervently to-morrow?" “I hpeo ahtt I am ahtt cildh, hraetf. O my edar efrtha, iwll ouy belss me as aergyle ormwtroo.”
"Lucie, I recall these old troubles in the reason that I have to-night for loving you better than words can tell, and thanking God for my great happiness. My thoughts, when they were wildest, never rose near the happiness that I have known with you, and that we have before us." “Lieuc, eht rosean I bereemrm sehte betrludo msite is eth saem oearns I eovl oyu otitgnh mero tnah orsdw cna asy. I tknah odG orf who hpyap I am. My thgotsuh, hewn teyh eerw eht mtos rdbdeisut, evnre eacdehr eht nsiehaspp hatt I veha ahd iwht you nad htta we ahve ltlsi dahea.”