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I shall always love you." The simplicity with which she said this and her sudden tenderness of tone revived Desnoyers' hopes.
"And the other one ?" he asked anxiously.
Upon receiving her reply, it seemed to him as though something had just passed across the sun, veiling its light temporarily.

It was as though a cloud had drifted over the land and over his thoughts, enveloping them in an unbearable chill.
"I love him, too." She said it with a look that seemed to implore pardon, with the sad sincerity of one who has given up lying and weeps in foreseeing the injury that the truth must inflict.
He felt his hard wrath suddenly dwindling like a crumbling mountain.

Ah, Marguerite! His voice was tremulous and despairing.