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About two leagues beyond the summit of that hill above the village."
"To continue my story," said the young man, "the fortune-teller at last announced that there was only one chance for my recovery and that a very small one.
Well, I am like a shipwrecked woman clinging to some wreckage--no one to mourn for, no one to care for.
When he had gone Sara stood in the middle of her attic and thought of many things his face and his manner had brought back to her.
