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"
Why
,
my
poor
father
,
who
is
dead
.
"
There
was
a
silence
;
and
then
Raoul
asked
:
"
Did
your
father
tell
you
that
I
love
you
,
Christine
,
and
that
I
can
not
live
without
you
?
"
Christine
blushed
to
the
eyes
and
turned
away
her
head
.
In
a
trembling
voice
,
she
said
:
"
Me
?
You
are
dreaming
,
my
friend
!
"
And
she
burst
out
laughing
,
to
put
herself
in
countenance
.
"
Don
’
t
laugh
,
Christine
;
I
am
quite
serious
,
"
Raoul
answered
.
And
she
replied
gravely
:
"
I
did
not
make
you
come
to
tell
me
such
things
as
that
.
"
"
You
’
made
me
come
,
’
Christine
;
you
knew
that
your
letter
would
not
leave
me
indignant
and
that
I
should
hasten
to
Perros
.
How
can
you
have
thought
that
,
if
you
did
not
think
I
loved
you
?
"
