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Yazar: Henryk Sienkiewicz

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"You've been a dear!" he cried, and took one of her hands in his.
She did not move. "Elsa, I want you for my wife!"
"What can I say?" she began in a low voice. "You are noble and
good, Code, and I know what has actuated you to say this to me.
Some women would be resentful at your offer, but I am not. A week
ago, even yesterday, I should have accepted it gladly and humbly,
but to-day--no.
"Since last night I have thought, and somehow things have come
clearer to me. I have tried to do too much. I have always loved
you, Code, but I can see now that you were not meant for me. I
tried to win you because of that love, not considering you or
others--only myself. And I defeated my own end. I overshot the
mark."
"I don't understand," said Code.

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