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Chapter Three
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"I am in love," anew she murmured to the old woman mournfully. "Sweetheart, you are not well." 4 "Leave me. I am in love." And meantime the moon shone and with dark light irradiated the pale charms of Tatiana 8 and her loose hair, and drops of tears, and, on a benchlet, before the youthful heroine, a kerchief on her hoary head, the little 12 old crone in a long ' 'body warmer'' $ and in the stillness everything dozed by the inspirative moon.