But you don't know what it is to me--to have something at last in your hands that you've dreamed of all your life and never dared to hope for: to have it and feel that at any moment it may slip away and leave you in a worse state than you were before.

I'd been wishing, these last weeks, that I'd never met her, that I'd simply come to the war by myself.

But now--to-day--when she spoke to me as she did, asked me to forgive her for what happened last night, my God, Durward! _I_ to forgive _her_!...

But I'll show her this very night what I can do--this very night! They'll give me a chance, won't they?
It would be terrible if they didn't.

Semyonov won't give me a chance if he can help it.