MyBooks Classics

Have you lived or not? Look, one says to oneself, look how cold the world is growing

You . . . perhaps it was my fancy

. . Good-bye, thank you! . . . ”

“Surely . . . surely you don’t mean . . . that we shall never see each other again? . . . Surely this is not to be the end?”

“You see,” said the girl, laughing, “at first you only wanted two words, and now. . . . However, I won’t say anything . . . perhaps we shall meet. . . . ”