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 But the answer didn’t come. Then, turning himself to that side where the town stood, Niemoviecki gave a prolonged shout:

“H-e-l-p!”

Then he dashed forward again murmuring something to himself and searching in the bushes, when all at once, in front of his feet, something appeared to be lying on the ground: here indeed lay Tenaida.

“For God’s sake! What is that?” With dry eyes, but with a weeping man’s woeful voice, Niemoviecki moaned, and kneeling down, touched the girl. His hand felt her naked body; it was smooth and cold, but not lifeless, and with a shudder he let it go.

“My darling, my pretty little bird, it is I,” he began to whisper, groping in the darkness for her face. Then again he put out his hand in another direction and touched her naked body, and every time