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XIX

Ah no! no faintness her attacked

Nor sudden turned she red or white,

Her brow she did not e’en contract

Nor yet her lip compressed did bite.

Though he surveyed her at his ease,

Not the least trace Onegin sees

Of the Tattiana of times fled.

He conversation would have led⁠—

But could not. Then she questioned him:⁠—

“Had he been long here, and where from?

Straight from their province had he come?”⁠—

Cast upwards then her eyeballs dim

Unto her husband, went away⁠—

Transfixed Onegin mine doth stay.