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Updated: May 23, 2025
"Those men out there are waiting to kill you. Come! Let us see if they are there still." We went to the window together and peered out. The karetta was still waiting. "Tell me your true name again," she demanded, rather irrelevantly I thought, as we drew back. "You told me, but I have forgotten. To me you are Dubravnik; but I suppose I must learn the other one."
Her lips were parted slightly in a half smile, and I knew that she had forgotten the waiting karetta with its freight of assassins. I took her in my arms, slowly, tenderly, firmly. I held her pressed closely against me for a moment and then my lips sought hers, and hers sought mine.
She withdrew from me and crossed to the window, where she stood looking out upon the snow clad street; suddenly she started, and turned to me. How beautiful she was and how I loved her at that moment! "Come here, Dubravnik," she said. I obeyed, and in an instant was at her side at the window. "What is it?" I asked. "There; look yonder. Do you see that karetta, just beyond the corner?" "Yes.
I see it." "It has all the appearance of waiting for a passenger who is supposedly within one of the adjacent houses, has it not?" "It certainly has," I replied, smiling. "My love, I recognize that karetta, and the man in charge of it. It belongs to never mind whom. That does not matter.
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