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"
Say
,
'
My
very
dear
friend
.
"'
"
Oh
,
my
friend
--
"
"
Very
dear
friend
,
I
entreat
you
,
say
'
very
dear
,
'
Rosa
,
very
dear
.
"
"
Very
dear
,
yes
,
very
dear
,
"
said
Rosa
,
with
a
beating
heart
,
beyond
herself
with
happiness
.
"
And
now
that
you
have
said
'
very
dear
,
'
dear
Rosa
,
say
also
'
most
happy
'
:
say
'
happier
and
more
blessed
than
ever
man
was
under
the
sun
.
'
I
only
lack
one
thing
,
Rosa
.
"
"
And
that
is
?
"
"
Your
cheek
,
--
your
fresh
cheek
,
your
soft
,
rosy
cheek
.
Oh
,
Rosa
,
give
it
me
of
your
own
free
will
,
and
not
by
chance
.
Ah
!
"
The
prisoner
's
prayer
ended
in
a
sigh
of
ecstasy
;
his
lips
met
those
of
the
maiden
,
--
not
by
chance
,
nor
by
stratagem
,
but
as
Saint-Preux
's
was
to
meet
the
lips
of
Julie
a
hundred
years
later
.
Rosa
made
her
escape
.
