It is great, very great happiness, and mingled therefor with bitter sorrow.

Rapture and anguish--who can lay down the border line that divides them?
Smiles and tears alike belong to both.

And you are weeping?
Aye, aye--poor child! Come here and kiss me." Damia drew the head of the kneeling girl close to her bosom and pressed her lips to Gorge's brow.

Presently, however, she relaxed her embrace and, looking about the room, she exclaimed: "How you have mixed and upset the book-rolls! If only I could show you how clearly everything agrees and coincides.

We know now exactly how it will all happen.