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 "It is only this. Our love is just like a plant that has grown up here, and now has to be transplanted."

Minna laughed, a subdued and wise laugh.

"No, it is only going to be removed. For it is a plant which has its root in the heart and not in any especial locality."

After a long, long embrace she glided away from me and disappeared in the darkness, while the tiny twigs still crackled under her steps, which tripped on the gravel path. Suddenly they stopped.

"Good-night, love!" sounded her high, clear voice, surprisingly near.

"Good-night, little soul!"

And again it sounded, but this time far away, as a voice from beyond—

"Good-night!"