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"You must not hurl me back into the abyss out

of which I have crawled with bare life," she cried, seizing his hands with an astounding passion. "You are the god who has breathed upon the poor outcast who knows no heaven apart from your nobility; you cannot, you must not, reject her."

Again the wretched creature sank down upon her knees before him.

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