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168 Ay ! I am trembling, weeping ! - I am thine ! Thou hast conquered all of me !

Then let death come ! 'Tis I, 'tis I myself, who conquered thee ! One thing, but one, I dare to ask -

A kiss!

What?

Oh!

You ask ... ?

I ...

Fool ! you go too quick !

Since she is moved thus I will profit by it !

My words sprang thoughtlessly, but now I see - Shame on me ! - I was too presumptuous.