Come, let us go in and get your
cap."
She made as if she would pass him. He planted himself right before her.
"No."
"Camille!"
"Why do you shun me as if I was a viper?"
"I do not shun you. I but avoid conferences that can lead to no good; it
is my duty."
"You are very wise; cold-hearted people can be wise."
"Am I cold-hearted, Camille?"
"As marble."
She looked him in the face; the water came into her eyes; after awhile
she whispered, sorrowfully, "Well, Camille, I am."
"But with all your wisdom and all your coldness," he went on to say,
"you have made a mistake; you have driven me to madness and despair."
"Heaven forbid!" said she.
"Your prayer comes too late; you have done it."
"Camille, let me go to the oratory, and pray for you. You terrify me."
"It is no use. Heaven has no mercy for me. Take my advice; stay where
you are; don't hurry; for what remains of your life you gave to pass
with me, do you understand that?"
"Ah!" And she turned pale.
"Can you read my riddle?"
She looked him in the face. "I can read your eyes, and I know you love
me.
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