"Anna Erivan—have I lost you—am I too far from the dream?"
She arose and came nearer, the table no longer between them.
"I tell you I hate myself because this has hurt me—"
"And I tell you that this morning I feel abysses below you—that you are revealed to me higher than I knew and dreamed."
"That first night, I thought it was he who had come to me ... and last night, running after you, I was sure—"
He started forward, his arms outstretched, but remembered and fell back.
"I said I would wait until you held out your arms—"
Her face turned a little to the side, and he saw a smile suffuse with colour.
"I did last night," she whispered.
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