The Fugitive
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Chapter 43 No.43

The night deepens and the dying flame flickers in the lamp.

I forgot to notice when the evening-like a village girl who has filled her pitcher at the river a last time for that day-closed the door on her cabin.

I was speaking to you, my love, with mind barely conscious of my voice-tell me, had it any meaning? Did it bring you any message from

            
            

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