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THE DUC DE SORIA TO THE BARON DE MACUMER

MADRID MY DEAR BROTHER,--

You did not make me Duc de Soria in order that my

actions should belie the name How could I tolerate my happiness if I

knew you to be a wanderer, deprived of the comforts which wealth

everywhere commands? Neither Marie nor I will consent to marry till we

hear that you have accepted the money which Urraca will hand over to

you These two s and Marie's

We have both prayed, kneeling before the same altar--and hat

earnestness, God knows!--for your happiness My dear brother, it

cannot be that these prayers will remain unanswered Heaven will send

you the love which you seek, to be the consolation of your exile

Marie read your letter with tears, and is full of admiration for you