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Chapter Eight

I fear: in my meek plea your severe gaze will see the schemes of despicable cunning4 4 and I can hear your wrathful censure. If you hut knew how terrible it is to languish with the thirst of love, burn-and by means of reason hourly 48 subdue the tumult in one's blood; wish to embrace your knees and, in a burst of sobbing, at your feet pour out appeals, avowals, plaints, 5 2 all, all I could express, and in the meantime with feigned coldness arm speech and gaze, maintain a placid conversation, 56 glance at you with a cheerful glance!… But let it be: against myself Pve not the force to struggle any more; all is decided: I am in your power, 6 ? and I surrender to my fate.