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¡¡¡¡"So! But on other moonlight nights, when the sadness and the silence have touched me in a different way- have affected me with something as like a sorrowful sense of peace, as any emotion that had pain for its foundations could- I have imagined her as coming to me in my cell, and leading me out into the freedom beyond the fortress. I have seen her image in the moonlight often, as I now see you; except that I never held her in my arms; it stood between the little grated window and the door. But, you understand that that not the child I am speaking of?" ¡¡¡¡

"The figure was not; the- the- image; the fancy?" ¡¡¡¡"No. That was another thing. It stood before my disturbed sense of sight, but it never moved. The phantom that my mind pursued, was another and more real child. Of her outward appearance I know no more than that she was like her mother. The other had that likeness too- as you have- but was not the same. Can you follow me, Lucie? Hardly, I think? I doubt you must have been a solitary prisoner to understand these perplexed distinctions."