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Rh I mind me the way you touch your cheek With your finger, softly, as you speak! ''Ah me! I know that gesture well!'' My heart cries out!—I cry "Farewell!"'

But how you read that letter! One would think…

You read in such a voice—so strange—and yet—

It is not the first time I hear that voice!

How can you read? It is too dark to see! [''He starts, turns, sees her close to him. Suddenly alarmed, he holds his head down. Then in the dusk, which has now completely enfolded''