"Yes, death,,a quick death!" she said, with dreadful eagerness."Death? but you have great obligations to fulfil to society,mademoiselle. Are you not the mother of the poor, to whom you giveclothes and wood in winter and work in summer? Your great fortune is aloan which you must return, and you have sacredly accepted it as such.To bury yourself in a convent would be selfishness; to remain an oldmaid is to fail in duty. In the first place, can you manage your vastproperty alone? May you not lose it? You will have law-suits, you willfind yourself surrounded by inextricable difficulties. Believe yourpastor: a husband is useful; you are bound to preserve what God hasbestowed upon you. I speak to you as a precious lamb of my flock. Youlove God too truly not to find your salvation in the midst of hisworld, of which you are noble ornament and to which you owe yourexample."
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