She will struggle for the Justice. Which is not present.
He too would struggle... He would struggle very much, firmly believing that for the sake of what it has offered happiness, not
only a word...
TH I will struggle for you, Grejs, - she has heard its voice through time veil, - I will not lose you...
Iwo, - she has whispered one lips, - Iwo...
But earlier, than she has had time to tell it, the Plenty has exclaimed, suddenly having changed countenance:
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She has listened. Really it not seemed? She has interrogatively looked at Gordon.
You too heard it?
No, - it has shaken a head and at last has stopped, having ceased to go backwards-forward on a room with cold silvery
walls.
Suddenly voices have repeated.
Words have repeated also.
Heard, Grejs?
He was pricked in heart by her name, it is the reference "you".
They have approached... They invariably should approach, she knew it...
Is better she would not hear it! It is better to know that he loves only it, than to hear, how he says her name.
But it has quickly suppressed minute egoism pleasure of a meeting.
A second later it has clung to a wall in that place where only the rests of a transparent liquid recently have dried up.
On the other hand the Plenty has knelt before this wall, as before an altar.
Grejs it was right... It is a circle... They again will be together... During that moment he has forgotten that does not dare,
simply has no right to make sharp movements that to time at both of them remains not too much because every day the
cover weakens that it has already despaired and has forgotten about Justice that without it has lost meaning in a life...
He knew only that Adriana, its faithful wife, one of Many, here, with it, behind a wall, and this wall such fragile that he can
distinguish outlines of its harmonous figure through thin metal...
How you, the darling? - He has asked, involuntarily spending a hand on a cold surface of prison as if concerning its pretty
head topped with dark ringlets.
Everything is all right, the Plenty, all...