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Satire darted from her eyes. After a pause, she repeated slowly and pointedly, "Love me, Count Roszynski?"
"Such is my destiny," he replied. "Nor, despite your scorn, will I struggle against it. I feel it is my fate ever to love you; I fear it is my fate never to be loved by you. It is dreadful."
Giovanna witnessed the Count's emotion with sadness. "To have," she said mournfully, "one's first, pure, ardent, passionate affection unrequited, scorned, made a jest of, is indeed a bitterness, almost equal to that of death."
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Various International Weekly Miscellany of Literature…

Anielka was carried almost senseless back to the carriage, which quickly returned with her to the castle. There she revived a little; but the recollection that she was now quite alone in the world, almost drove her to despair.
Her master's wedding and the journey to Florence were a dream to her. Though the strange sights of a strange city slowly restored her perceptions, they did not her cheerfulness. She felt as if she could no longer endure the misery of her life; she prayed to die.
"Why are you so unhappy?" said the Count Leon kindly to her, one day.
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You should not be a miser, child; money is made to be spent."
"Pray put an end to these jokes," said Constantia impatiently; "I like this girl, and I will not have her teased. She understands my ways better than any one, and often puts me in a good humor with her beautiful voice."
"Sing something for me pretty damsel," said Leon, "and I will give you another rouble, a new and shining one."
"Sing instantly," said Constantia imperiously.
At this command Anielka could no longer stifle her grief; she covered her face with her hands, and wept violently.
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