: H. L. Harris
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Nor would I now, but time presses me, my child. ' I know not the day of my death,'
said one of the patriarchs to his son before blessing him, so let me bless my child
before I die." " But this would be no blessing but a curse
." " A curse
," he almost
screamed, " a match fit for a princess you call a curse
?" " Yes, father, if I must
give my hand without my heart it would be a curse
, though he were a prince." "
Child, you are losing your senses. Well, I will not press you with regard to this
young man ...