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"
To-morrow
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
shall
see
no
more
.
"
"
Dear
heart
!
"
she
answered
,
and
pressed
his
hands
with
all
her
strength
.
"
They
will
hurt
you
but
little
,
"
she
said
;
"
and
you
are
going
through
this
pain
--
you
are
going
through
it
,
dear
lover
,
for
me
...
Dear
,
if
a
woman
's
heart
and
life
can
do
it
,
I
will
repay
you
.
My
dearest
one
,
my
dearest
with
the
tender
voice
,
I
will
repay
.
"
He
was
drenched
in
pity
for
himself
and
her
.
He
held
her
in
his
arms
,
and
pressed
his
lips
to
hers
,
and
looked
on
her
sweet
face
for
the
last
time
.
"
Good-bye
!
"
he
whispered
at
that
dear
sight
,
"
good-bye
!
"
And
then
in
silence
he
turned
away
from
her
.
She
could
hear
his
slow
retreating
footsteps
,
and
something
in
the
rhythm
of
them
threw
her
into
a
passion
of
weeping
.
He
had
fully
meant
to
go
to
a
lonely
place
where
the
meadows
were
beautiful
with
white
narcissus
,
and
there
remain
until
the
hour
of
his
sacrifice
should
come
,
but
as
he
went
he
lifted
up
his
eyes
and
saw
the
morning
,
the
morning
like
an
angel
in
golden
armour
,
marching
down
the
steeps
...
It
seemed
to
him
that
before
this
splendour
he
,
and
this
blind
world
in
the
valley
,
and
his
love
,
and
all
,
were
no
more
than
a
pit
of
sin
.
He
did
not
turn
aside
as
he
had
meant
to
do
,
but
went
on
,
and
passed
through
the
wall
of
the
circumference
and
out
upon
the
rocks
,
and
his
eyes
were
always
upon
the
sunlit
ice
and
snow
.
