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CRISTINA was sitting down, her face hidden in her hands. I went up to her.
"Forgive me for coming in here. I was not master of myself."
"You did exactly right; thank you," she murmured, without changing her position.
We remained silent. Presently, rising abruptly, she exclaimed:
"Come, let us go in! let us go in!"
And emerging from t