…Here, breaking into sobs, and raising her eyes to the priest: "Oh! wretch, who are you? What have I done to you? Do you, then, hate me so? Alas! what have you against me?"
- "I love you!" cried the priest.
Her tears suddenly stopped, she gazed at him with the look of an idiot. He had fallen to his knees and was devouring her with an eye of flame.
"You understand? I love you!" he cried again.
"What love!" said the unhappy girl, shivering.
He resumed: "The love of one damned."
This struck me as rather appropriate for Claude… Wicked Game, sung Gregorian-style…
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