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Rh away, that pure soul?' Irina interrupted a second time. 'I know nothing,' answered Litvinov. 'I am to see her again. But she will not stay.' 'Ah! bon voyage! ' 'No, she will not stay. But I 'm not thinking of her either now, I am thinking of what you said to me, what you have promised me.' Irina looked up at him from under her eyelids. 'Ungrateful one! aren't you content yet?' 'No, Irina, I 'm not content. You have made me happy, but I 'm not content, and you understand me.' 'That is, I' 'Yes, you understand me. Remember your words, remember what you wrote to me. I can't share you with others; no, no, I can't consent to the pitiful role of secret lover; not my life alone, this other life too I have flung at your feet, I have renounced everything, I have crushed it all to dust, without compunction and beyond recall; but in return I trust, I firmly believe, that you too will keep your promise, and unite your lot with mine for ever.' 'You want me to run away with you? I am ready. . . .' (Litvinov bent down to her hands in ecstasy.) 'I am ready. I will not go back from my word. But have you yourself thought