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work. They have nothing further to do with me
to-night.”
Again he stretched out his arms to her, but Don
Juan grew impatient and started. He let the reins
hang, turning to look back, then leaned against the
back of the sledge and wept like a man in despair.
“I had my happiness in my hand, and I have
thrown it aside! I have cast it away myself! Why
did I not keep it?”
Ah, Gösta Berling, thou strongest and weakest
of men!
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