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"What is it, my child? " said Claude Vignon, who had slipped silently into the bedroom after Calyste, and now took him by the hand. "You love; you think you are disdained; but it is not so. The field will be free to you in a few days and you will reign -- beloved by more than one."
"Loved! " cried Calyste, springing up, and beckoning Claude into the library, "Who loves me here?"