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"
I
can
not
,
"
he
said
.
"
Not
yet
.
There
is
something
that
stands
between
us
two
and
the
freedom
of
the
world
.
"
She
pressed
her
form
closer
to
his
side
with
a
subtle
and
naive
instinct
of
seduction
.
"
You
rave
,
Giovanni
--
my
lover
!
"
she
whispered
,
engagingly
.
"
What
can
there
be
?
Carry
me
off
--
in
thy
very
hands
--
to
Dona
Emilia
--
away
from
here
.
I
am
not
very
heavy
.
"
It
seemed
as
though
she
expected
him
to
lift
her
up
at
once
in
his
two
palms
.
She
had
lost
the
notion
of
all
impossibility
.
Anything
could
happen
on
this
night
of
wonder
.
As
he
made
no
movement
,
she
almost
cried
aloud
--
"
I
tell
you
I
am
afraid
of
Linda
!
"
And
still
he
did
not
move
.
She
became
quiet
and
wily
.
"
What
can
there
be
?
"
she
asked
,
coaxingly
.
He
felt
her
warm
,
breathing
,
alive
,
quivering
in
the
hollow
of
his
arm
.
In
the
exulting
consciousness
of
his
strength
,
and
the
triumphant
excitement
of
his
mind
,
he
struck
out
for
his
freedom
.
"
A
treasure
,
"
he
said
.
All
was
still
.
She
did
not
understand
.
"
A
treasure
.
A
treasure
of
silver
to
buy
a
gold
crown
for
thy
brow
.
"
"
A
treasure
?
"
she
repeated
in
a
faint
voice
,
as
if
from
the
depths
of
a
dream
.
"
What
is
it
you
say
?
"
She
disengaged
herself
gently
.
He
got
up
and
looked
down
at
her
,
aware
of
her
face
,
of
her
hair
,
her
lips
,
the
dimples
on
her
cheeks
--
seeing
the
fascination
of
her
person
in
the
night
of
the
gulf
as
if
in
the
blaze
of
noonday
.
Her
nonchalant
and
seductive
voice
trembled
with
the
excitement
of
admiring
awe
and
ungovernable
curiosity
.
