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I am used, you understand, to guard my secret. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. Not a bark could be discerned on the river, except those already mentioned. She could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. We are nuns.

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