"
"But what do I care for these open doors so long as your heart
remains closed against me, Camilla? Ah, you laugh--you mock at my
sufferings. Have you no pity, no mercy? You see what I suffer, and
you laugh."
"I laugh," she whispered, "because you are so silly, beau cousin.
But listen, there is the call of my huntresses--I must hasten to
them, or they will surround this cabin and they might enter.
Farewell. To-morrow I will expect you with the letter. Adieu."
Throwing him a kiss with the tips of her fingers, she hastily left
the hut.
Baron von Kindar looked after her with a singular smile. "She is
mine," he whispered. "We will have a charming little romance, but it
will terminate in a divorce, and not in a marriage. I have no idea
of following up this divorce by a marriage. God protect me from
being forced to marry this beautiful, frivolous, coquettish woman."
While this scene was taking place in one part of the forest, the
fete continued gayly. They sang and laughed, and jested, and no one
dreamed that dark sin was casting its cold shadow over this bright
scene--that the cowardly crime of treachery had already poisoned the
pure air of this forest.
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