Once again their faces drew close together. The hateful scene, interrupted by sounds around them, postponed, and then resumed, was dragging on, becoming a perfect drama full of murderous violence, although they never shouted, but still spoke on in low and gasping voices. Neither gave way to the other, though at every moment they were liable to some surprise; for not only were all the doors open, so that the servants might come in, but the Baron’s voice still rang out gaily, close at hand.
“He loves you, he loves you”—continued Eve. “That’s what you say. But he never told you so.”
“He has told me so twenty times; he repeats it every time that we are alone together!”
“Yes, just as one says it to a little girl by way of amusing her. But he has never told you that he meant to marry you.”
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