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[Dodgen <gyr...@sc...>]

"I shall try to go very far away." They separate. Arkel enters. He tells
Melisande that he has pitied her since she came to the castle: "I
observed you. You were listless--but with the strange, astray look of
one who, in the sunlight, in a beautiful garden, awaits ever a great
misfortune.--I cannot explain.--But I was sad to see you thus. Come
here; why do you stay there mute and with downcast eyes?--I have kissed
you but once hitherto, the day of your coming; and yet the old need
sometimes to touch with their lips a woman's forehead or the cheek of a
child, that they may still keep their faith in the freshness of life and
avert for a moment the menaces of death. Are you afraid of my old lips?
How I have pitied you these months!" She tells him that she has not been
unhappy. But perhaps, he says, she is of those who are unhappy without
knowing it. Golaud enters, ferocious and distraught. He has blood on his
forehead. It is nothing, he says--he has passed through a thicket of
thorns. Melisande would wipe his brow. He repulses her fiercely. "I will
not have you touch me, do you understand?" he cries. "I came to get my
sword." "It is here, on the prie-Dieu," says Melisande, and she brings
it to him. "Why do you tremble so?" he says to her. "I am not going to
kill you.--You hope to see something in my eyes without my seeing
anything in yours? Do you suppose I may know something?" He tu