that are advancing on the Eastern side, and are going to enter Berlin." The news from the Russian front was his favorite, but obliged him to remain in suspense every time that he tried to find on the map the obscure names of the places where the admired Cossacks were exhibiting their wonderful exploits.
Meanwhile Julio was continuing the course of his own reflections.
Marguerite!.

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She had come back at last, and yet each time seemed to be drifting further away from him.

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