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ice, and beyond it all a shining world. Rolling thunder
in the freezing ice, shrill shouts behind us,
shooting stars in the heavens, and ringing
sleigh-bells before us! Forward forever forward! Now,
do you wish to make trial of such a journey,
Countess?”
He had freed her, and she pushed him aside violently.
The next moment found him on his knees at her
feet.
“I am a wretch, a miserable wretch. You should
not have angered me. You stood there so proud
and pure, and never dreamed that a cavalier’s fist
could reach you. You are loved by heaven and earth;
you should not increase the burden of those whom
heaven and earth despise.”
He snatched her hands, and pressed them to his
face.
“If you but knew,” he pleaded, “what it meant
to know yourself an outcast! You don’t care what
you do—you never care.”
Just then he noticed that her hands were uncovered.
He drew a pair of large fur gloves out of his
pockets, and put them on for her.
And with that he became quite calm. He seated
himself in the sledge as far as possible from the
Countess.
“It is n’t worth while being frightened, Countess,”
he said. “Don’t you see where we are
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