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Holy Mother of God! what can be worse than the fall of an angel? I saw -- I understood, then, that in leaving me and her father, Benedicta had gone willingly to meet the very fate from which I had striven to save her!
'The accurst wench has run into Rochus' arms,' hissed someone at my side, and, turning, I saw the tall brown girl who had been my guide, her face distorted with hate. 'I wish that I had killed her. Why did you suffer her to play us this trick, you fool of a monk?'