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a nun." "A nun ?" stupefied.
"The idea seems to annoy you, Monsieur," a chill settling upon her tones.
"Annoy me?
No; it terrifies me.

God did not intend you to be a nun; you were born for love.

And is there a man in all the world who loves you half as fondly as I?
You are here in Quebec! And I never even dared dream of such a possibility!" "I accompanied a dear friend of mine, whose intention to enter the Ursulines stirred the desire in my own heart.