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_Ay! que ya siento en mi cuidoso pecho Labrarme poco a poco un vivo fuego Y desde alli con movimiento blando Ir par venas y huesos penetrando_. ARAUCANA, XXII.
The extreme happiness that shone in Armance's eyes consoled Madame de Malivert, who was beginning to feel some remorse at having introduced a tiny falsehood into so serious a negotiation. "After all," she said to herself, "what harm can there be in hastening the marriage of two charming but rather proud children, who feel a passion for each other such as we rarely see in this world? To preserve my son's reason, is not that my paramount duty?"