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She
said
something
,
but
he
looked
silently
back
at
her
.
His
heart
ached
with
anguish
.
Oh
!
never
would
he
banish
the
recollection
of
this
meeting
with
her
,
and
he
never
remembered
it
but
with
the
same
pain
and
agony
of
mind
.
She
went
on
her
knees
before
him
--
there
in
the
open
road
--
like
a
madwoman
.
He
retreated
a
step
,
but
she
caught
his
hand
and
kissed
it
,
and
,
just
as
in
his
dream
,
the
tears
were
sparkling
on
her
long
,
beautiful
lashes
.
"
Get
up
!
"
he
said
,
in
a
frightened
whisper
,
raising
her
.
"
Get
up
at
once
!
"
"
Are
you
happy
--
are
you
happy
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Say
this
one
word
.
Are
you
happy
now
?
Today
,
this
moment
?
Have
you
just
been
with
her
?
What
did
she
say
?
"
She
did
not
rise
from
her
knees
;
she
would
not
listen
to
him
;
she
put
her
questions
hurriedly
,
as
though
she
were
pursued
.
"
I
am
going
away
tomorrow
,
as
you
bade
me
--
I
wo
n't
write
--
so
that
this
is
the
last
time
I
shall
see
you
,
the
last
time
!
This
is
really
the
last
time
!
"
"
Oh
,
be
calm
--
be
calm
!
Get
up
!
"
he
entreated
,
in
despair
.
She
gazed
thirstily
at
him
and
clutched
his
hands
.
"
Good-bye
!
"
she
said
at
last
,
and
rose
and
left
him
,
very
quickly
.
The
prince
noticed
that
Rogojin
had
suddenly
appeared
at
her
side
,
and
had
taken
her
arm
and
was
leading
her
away
.
