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“Manon died in the desert, but in the arms of the man who loved her with the the entire brilliance of his soul, who, when she was dead, dug a grave for her, and watered it with his tears, then buried his own heart within it.. While Marguerite, a Sinner like Manon, had died in a sumptuous bed... But in that desert of the heart, a more barren, a vaster, a more merciless desert, than that in which Manon had found her last resting place.”

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