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Book, page 111 / 116 "Hence my forgiveness, which you ask for the author of so much woe, is entire and without a thought of vindictiveness. I will pray to God to forgive that young lady as I forgive her, and as I shall beseech Him to give Madame de Rhetore a life of happiness. Ah! whether it be death, or the obstinate hand of a young girl madly bent on being loved, or one of the blows ascribed to chance, must we not all obey God? Sorrow in some souls makes a vast void through which the Divine Voice rings. I learned too late the bearings of this life on that which awaits us; all in me is worn out; I could not serve in the ranks of the Church Militant, and I lay the remains of an almost extinct life at the foot of the altar. "This is the last time I shall ever write. You alone, who loved me, and whom I loved so well, could make me break the law of oblivion I imposed on myself when I entered these headquarters of Saint Bruno, but you are always especially named in the prayers of "BROTHER ALBERT. "November 1836." "Everything is for the best perhaps," thought the Abbe de Grancey. When he showed this letter to Rosalie, who, with a pious impulse, kissed the lines which contained her forgiveness, he said to her: "Well, now that he is lost to you, will you not be reconciled to your mother and marry the Comte de Soulas?" "Only if Albert should order it," said she. "But you see it is impossible to consult him. The General of the Order would not allow it." "If I were to go to see him?" "No Carthusian sees any visitor. Besides, no woman but the Queen of
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