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He who had just been in ecstasy now began to complain.
"I keep remembering--I keep remembering.

My heart has no pity on me." "Ah," he mourned, a moment afterwards, with a gesture of resignation, "we cannot say good-by to everything." The woman was there, but she could do nothing, although so greatly adored.

She was there with only her beauty.

It was a superhuman vision that he evoked, heightened by regret, by remorse and greed.