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But Christine clung to him with sobbing cries,
Pleading for love’s sake that he leave her not.
And wound her arms about his knees and thighs
As he stood over her.  With dread, begot
Of Grootver’s name, and silence, and the night,
She shook and trembled.  Words in moaning plaint
Wooed him to stay.  She feared, she knew not why,
Yet greatly feared.  She seemed some anguished saint
Martyred by visions.  Max Breuck soothed her fright
With wisdom, then stepped out under the cooling sky.