"Yes, why not?"
"I was there once before, Velasco, with my—with my maid!" The girl laughed.
"You pant, Kaya, and your breath comes in jerks. Are you frightened?"
"No, Velasco—no!"
"They will look for us in the trains and the boats, but never in the snow-fields and the market-places. Kaya, we will tramp as long as you are able to bear it, and then—"
"Then—Velasco?"
"We will take the train at some smaller station—Dvisk, Vilna—wherever we can."
"You, Velasco, but not I."
"Both of us. I will never leave you again. In my pocket are passports, blank; I bribed the official. We will fill them in together: two gypsies, one dark and one fair. Ha, Kaya—keep up—a little further! See, the domes are bigger now and nearer, and the road goes straight without winding."
"Velasco—I cannot walk! I cannot see! Everything whirls before me in a mist Go! Leave me—I am falling—"