“The days will be long and silent,” she murmured, rising, passing her arm under Marco’s, as they went down the straight path together.
“Yes, Maria,” he replied.
“Our souls will do nothing but secretly regret that which is no more.”
“Yes, it is true, Maria.”
“Happy we shall never be again.”
“Never again, Maria.”
“And so we shall go on till death, Marco,” she concluded, with an accent of infinite melancholy.
“Together, Maria.”
“Towards death.”
“Step for step together.”