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despise us, but she did! Afterwards she ordered the tea-urn to be put on the other table. She paid thrice! Strange girl!
The narrator ceased to speak and for a certain time silence reigned in the room, only disturbed by the even breathing of a young gendarme.
“Do not you sleep yet?” asks Gavriloff.
“No, speak on please, I am listening.”
V.
After a moment of silence the narrator went on—I felt much for her. During the journey it rained continually all through the nights; the weather was very bad. We drove through the forest. I drove but I did not see her, for the nights were very dark. Nothing could be seen, but will you believe me, this young lady is continually before my eyes to such a
