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’sHE NEVER““ KW.”
The beach presented an animated scene, and I noticed that we
were observed as we passed along it.
"This evening, then,” she said, “at nine o'clock. I shall be here
on the beach with you. Goodtye till we meet again."
And she sped away.
“Goodtye,” I murmured, and remained where I was, looking
after her. “Goodtye till we meet again.”
But I shall never meet her again.
White I write these lines I am already on the wing further
away from her every moment. I am writing in a exilway carriage
of the train which an hour ago started from Coopenhagen. It is
exiectly nine. She is now standing on the beach waiting for me.
If I close my eyes I see her figure rise before me. But it is no
longer a woman who paces there up and down in the twilight.
It is a shadow.
Trans1ated by BEATRICE MARSHALL;