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B L A I S E.
She had
A daughter.
L U C I L E.
Yes, my foster sister,
I was barely a nursing infant,
When she died.
B L A I S E.
They told you that...
Her mother, it is true, lost her...
I cannot... I am in torment.
L U C I L E.
If only she were still living! Through a just turn of fate,
My house would have been hers;
And perhaps the same day
Would have seen her wedding and mine.
B L A I S E.
You have so much honesty!
L U C I L E.
You know my heart.
B L A I S E.
I have never doubted it.
L U C I L E.
Your example alone would have made me honest.
B L A I S E.
They are going to marry you. It is a celebration for you;
And I, I come to disturb it.
L U C I L E.
You, Blaise!
B L A I S E.
Yes, I. If only I could
Be silent and dissimulate!
L U C I L E.
What! Does my happiness afflict you,
Instead of consoling you?
Could an injury have been done to the love of Dorval?
I vouch for his heart; it is worthy of my own.
B L A I S E.
I have heard only good things about him.
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