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[Ganas <tai...@om...>]

 under that lifeless pallor, although she remained all motionless. I
laid my hand lightly on her arm; it was cold, but not colder than her
hand on the day when it touched mine at the portals of the church. I
resumed my position, bending my face above her, and bathing her cheek
with the warm dew of my tears. Ah, what bitter feelings of despair and
helplessness, what agonies unutterable did I endure in that long watch!
Vainly did I wish that I could have gathered all my life into one mass
that I might give it all to her, and breathe into her chill remains the
flame which devoured me. The night advanced, and feeling the moment of
eterna