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 will visit their landlord, and ask about them.” I went.

“It was going badly with her,” said the landlord; “I trust she may not die. I am afraid that the authorities might make me responsible. I hope she will not wish to call in the Greek priest.”

We stood talking thus. In that very moment came out the convict. This young man saw me, greeted me, and said:

“Again you are here? Well, come in, please.”

Then I entered on tip-toe, and he followed me. She looked and asked:

“Has this man come again? Did you call him?”

“No,” he said, “I did not call him; he came of his own free will.”

Here I could not help saying: “Miss, why have you no heart for me, am I your enemy?”

“Enemy! do not you know yourself? Enemy!” Her voice became weak, then she was silent; her cheeks burnt, and her face was so sweet for me that, in fact, it seemed to me like the face