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For two nights she had had no sleep; on the third she was exhausted and slept soundly, and dreamed a sweet -- wonderfully sweet dream.
It seemed to her that she met her beloved in the garden. A delicious perfume was wafted from the crown of the lindens, soft greenish shadows spread twilight over the earth, and all nature, as in measureless rapture, held its breath, no lightest touch of air stirred -- she lay in his arms, love-enchanted and his lips closed her mouth.