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- She did not go to bed, but merely threw off her ball-dress and undid her hair;
- then she ordered me to build a fire, and she sat by the fire-place, and stared
- into the flames.
- "Do you need me any longer, mistress?" I asked, my voice failed me at the last
- Wanda shook her head.
- I left the room, passed through the gallery, and sat down on one of the steps,
- leading from there down into the garden. A gentle north wind brought a fresh,
- damp coolness from the Arno, the green hills extended into the distance in a
- rosy mist, a golden haze hovered over the city, over the round cupola of the
- A few stars still tremble in the pale-blue sky.
- I tore open my coat, and pressed my burning forehead against the marble.
- Everything that had happened so far seemed to me a mere child's play; but now
- things were beginning to be serious, terribly serious.
- I anticipated a catastrophe, I visualized it, I could lay hold of it with my
- hands, but I lacked the courage to meet it. My strength was broken. And if I
- am honest with myself, neither the pains and sufferings that threatened me,
- not the humiliations that impended, were the thing that frightened me.
- I merely felt a fear, the fear of losing her whom I loved with a sort of
- fanatical devotion; but it was so overwhelming, so crushing that I suddenly
- began to sob like a child.