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Chapter 29

           Yetwhichisbest?—theadorationofabrutefool,orthelonelinesspertainingtoaspiritaloftonsomesnowymountain-peak,withnocompanionsbutthestars?Thinkofit!—theyearswillpass,andyoumustneedsgrowold—andwiththeyearswillcomethatsolitaryneglectwhichmakesagebitter.Now,youwilldoubtlesswonderatmywords—yetbelievemeIspeakthetruthwhenIsaythatIcangiveyoulove—notmylove,forIlovenone—butIcanbringtoyourfeettheproudestmeninanycountryoftheworldassuitorsforyourhand.Youshallhaveyourchoiceofthem,andyourowntimeforchoosing—andwhomsoeveryoulove,himyoushallwed,...why—whatiswrongwithyouthatyoushrinkfrommethus?"

           Forshehadretreated,andwasgazingathiminakindofhorror.

           "Youterrifyme!"shefaltered—andasthemoonlightfelluponherIcouldseethatshewasverypale—"Suchpromisesareincredible—impossible!Youspeakasifyouweremorethanhuman!Idonotunderstandyou,PrinceRimânez—youaredifferenttoanyoneIevermet,and...and...somethinginmestrongerthanmyselfwarnsmeagainstyou.Whatareyou?—whydoyoutalktomesostrangely?PardonmeifIseemungrateful...,oh,letusgoin—itisgettingquitelateIamsure,andIamcold..."

           Shetrembledviolently,andcaughtatthebranchofatreetosteadyherself—Rimânezstoodimmovablystill,regardingherwithafixedandalmostmournfulgaze.

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