In the nocturnal sonority, the barking of a watch-dog, coming from some distant farm, made them shiver with a melancholy fright.

And Ramuntcho was to carry with him in his exile, to preserve later with a desolate attachment, a certain stem of grass plucked from the garden negligently and with which he had played unconsciously the whole evening.
A phase of their life finished with that day: a lapse of time had occurred, their childhood had passed-- Of recommendations, they had none very long to exchange, so intensely was each one sure of what the other might do during the separation.

They had less to say to each other than other engaged people have, because they knew mutually their most intimate thoughts.

After the first hour of conversation, they remained hand in hand in grave silence, while were consumed the inexorable minutes of the end.
At midnight, she wished him to go, as she had decided in advance, in her little thoughtful and obstinate head.

Therefore, after having embraced each other for a long time, they quitted each other, as if the separation were, at this precise minute, an ineluctable thing which it was impossible to retard.