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LA F££ DES ALPES

« Et c'est pour cet être d'une race que tu méprises, et au-dessus de laquelle tu voudrais t'élever.

Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own — 1 loved her, and destroy 'd her I

WITCH.

Widi thy hand?

MANFB£D.

Not with my hand, but heart — ^which broke her heart— It gazed on mine, and withered. I Lave shed Blood, but not hers — and yet her blood was shed — I law^-ond could not staunch it.

WITCH.

And for this — A being of the race thou dost despise , The Older which thine own wouki rise above ,

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