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112 THE MIRACLES OF AJVTICHRIST
She could not go. Her father was allowed to
remain, and so she must be faithful to Don Ferrante.
She struggled to understand. It was so. She could
not go.
She tried to change it in some way. Perhaps it
was a false conclusion. She had been so confused.
No, no, it was so, she could not.
Then she became tired unto death. She had
travelled and travelled the whole day. She had
been so long on the way. And she would never get
there. She sank down. A torpor and faintness
came over her. There was nothing to do but to rest
after the endless journey she had made. But that
she could never do. She began to weep because she
would never reach her journey’s end. Her whole
life long she would travel, travel, travel, and never
reach the end of her journey.
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