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“Yes, I could,” decidedly answered Niemoviceki, looking at her openly and fondly. “And you?”
“So could I.” She mused for a while. “Well, there is such happiness in dying for a beloved man, that I wish for it very much indeed.”
Their eyes met; those light, quiet, eyes, sent something good to each other, and their mouths smiled. At last Tenadia stopped. “Wait one moment,” she said; “there’s a thread on your coat.” And energetically she lifted her hand to his arm, and cautiously, with two of her fingers drew off the thread.
“Here it is!” she said, and then becoming serious asked: “Why are you so pale, and thin? Perhaps you are over working yourself; you ought not to torment yourself. It is not necessary.”
“What blue eyes you have, and in them are sitting brilliant small points,
