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XXXIX

And meditative from the spot

She leisurely away doth ride,

Spite of herself with Lenski’s lot

Longtime her mind is occupied.

She muses: “What was Olga’s fate?

Longtime was her heart desolate

Or did her tears soon cease to flow?

And where may be her sister now?

Where is the outlaw, banned by men,

Of fashionable dames the foe,

The misanthrope of gloomy brow,

By whom the youthful bard was slain?”⁠—

In time I’ll give ye without fail

A true account and in detail.