He would not now conduct little Nell to the coast; he would not convey her by a steamer to Port Said, would not surrender her to Mr. Rawlinson; he himself would not fall into his father's arms and would not hear from his lips that he had acted like a true Pole! The end, the end! In a few days the sun would shine only upon the lifeless bodies and afterwards would dry them up into a semblance of those mummies which slumber in an eternal sleep in the museums in Egypt
She wasted and grew so thin that she no longer was a little girl, but the shadow of a little girl. The flame of her life flickered so faintly that it appeared sufficient to blow at it to extinguish it. Stas understood that death did not have to wait for a third attack to take her and he expected it any day or any hour.
Numai moartea e o for?? la fel de absolut?, dar în lupta de veacuri dintre aceste dou? puteri, dragostea este cea care ia moartea de gât, îi pune genunchiul în piept, o bate ziua ?i noaptea, o învinge în fiecare prim?var?, o urm?re?te pas cu pas ?i-n fiecare groap? pe care aceasta o sap?, dragostea arunc? s?mân?a unei vie?i noi.