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Mark the words.

If I am running again into danger, tell her that I do it because a voice says to me that it is right.

And it is right, believe me, Alexander!" The artist drew his sister to him and kissed her; yet she hardly understood his anxious good wishes; for his voice was choked by emotion.
He had taken it for granted that he should accompany her as far as the emperor's room, but she would not allow it.

His reappearance would only lead to fresh quarrels.
He also gave in to this; but he insisted on returning here to wait for her.
After Melissa had vanished into Caesar's quarters he immediately carried out his sister's wish, and told the lady Euryale of all that had happened.
Encouraged by the matron, who was not less shocked than he had been at Melissa's daring, he returned to the anteroom, where, at first, greatly excited, he walked up and down, and then sank on a marble seat to wait for his sister.