“'I'll tell you,' said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper, 'what real love it. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter - as I did!'”
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