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[Didamo Zahm]

An than he was, am I, I hope." There was a mist of tears over his
eyes--a mist that was no dishonour; it only showed that
the cost had

been fully counted, and his
allegiance given with a clear estimate of the value and sweetness of all
that he might have to give with
it. Lysbet was a little awed by the solemnity of his manner. She had not
before understood the grandeur of such a complete surrender of self as
her husband had just consummated. But never ha
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