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The dawn began to peer faintly through the chapel s--the dawn of a ht had left a sting in the air, and the rain still fell, though gently The wind had aled the flowers that were strewn on Zara's corpse, taking away all those that had slightly faded The orange-blossom was al Zara had herself placed it As I perforladly-"Yes, Heaven is thine, but this Is a world of sweets and sours-- Our flowers are merely FLOWERS; And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours"
Prince Ivan at last roused hi hier on your privacy, Casiht"
For all answer Heliobas beckoned him and me also out of the chapel As soon as its doors closed behind us, and we stood in the centre hall, he spoke with affectionate and grave earnestness: "Ivan, soain for many years, if ever Therefore, when you say 'farewell,' the word falls uponWe are friends--our friendship is sanctified by the dead presence of one e both loved, in different ways; therefore you will take in good part what I now say to you You know, you cannot disguise froht with terrible truth and marvellous discoveries; the theories I deduce from it you disbelieve, because you are nearly a materialist I say NEARLY--not quite That 'not quite' ht spark that flickers within you from both escape and extinction But I cannot--at least, not as yet Still, in order that you her than ordinary huht hear my prophecy of your career The world waits for you, Ivan--the world, all agape and glittering with a thousand sparkling toys; it waits greedy for your presence, ready to fawn upon you for a se to you for a nod of approval
And why? Because wealth is yours--vast, illimitable wealth Aye--you need not start or look incredulous--you will find it as I say You, whose fortune up to now has barely reached a poor four thousand per annum--you are at this ht a relative of yours, whose na all his hoarded treasures to you Before the close of this present day, on whose thresholdstand, you will have the news When you receive it ree that at least for once I knew and spoke the truth Follow the broad road, Ivan, laid out before you--a road wide enough not only for you to walk in, but for the crowd of toadies and flatterers also, ill push on swiftly after you and jostle you on all sides; be strong of heart and merry of countenance!