XXXIV

I said.--Then spoke ... I know not what it was.

And seized her hand and kissed it and then said,--

"Thou art my promised wife. Thou hast no cause

That is not mine. I love thee. We will wed.

Isolda, come!"--A moment did she pause,

Then shook her head and sighed, "My heart is dead.

This can not be. Behold, that way is thine.

I will not let thee share the way that's mine."

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