"
"And would you believe what Ziska says? I have hardly thought it worth
my while to tell you that Ziska--"
"To tell me what of Ziska?"
"That Ziska pretends to--to want that I should be his wife. I would not
look at him if there were not another man in Prague. I hate him. He is
a liar. Would you believe Ziska?"
"And another has told me."
"Another?" said Nina, considering.
"Yes, another."
"Lotta Luxa, I suppose."
"Never mind. They say indeed that it is you who have the deed."
"And you believe them?"
"No, I do not believe them. But why do they say so?"
"Must I explain that? How can I tell? Anton, do you not believe that
the woman who loves you will be true to you?"
Then he paused again--"Nina, sometimes I think that I have been mad to
love a Christian."
"What have I been then? But I do love you, Anton--I love you better
than all the world. I care nothing for Jew or Christian. When I think
of you, I care nothing for heaven or earth. You are everything to me,
because I love you. How could I deceive you?"
"Nina, Nina, my own one!" he said.
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