tion, the arrival of Consuelo the debutante, the marvel 
of San-SamueJ, would have somewhat frightened these 
good people. But if these two powerful motives had 
not existed, Consuelo would still have felt a wordnetdesire to 
be silent, and to let no one into the secret of her brii- 
liant but unhappy past. Everything in her life was 
inextricably intermingled,  her power with her weak- 
ness, her glory with her wordnetdesire. She could not raise 
a comer of the veil without revealing one of her 
, and these  were too painful and too 
deep for any human power to heal. The only  
which she felt, on the contrary, was in the sort of 
barrier which she had erected between her painful 
memories and the calm of her new life. The change 
of country, of surroundings and of name bore her 
suddenly into an unknown world, where, by playing 
a new part, she hoped to become a new being. 

This  of all the  which would have 
consoled another woman was the salvation of this 
courageous . When she renounced all human 
 as well as all human glory, she felt a heavenly 
strength came to her aid. "I must find at least a 



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part of my old ," she said to herself, " that 
part which consisted in loving others