she looked at him with dread, with entreaty, with love; she looked at him intently, to keep his features more distinctly in her memory.

"i am so unhappy," she went on, not heeding him. "i have thought of nothing but you all the time; i live only in the thought of you. and i wanted to forget, to forget you; but why, oh, why, have you come?"

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