When
the Inquisitor ceased speaking, he waited some time for the prisoner to answer
him. His silence weighed down upon him. He saw that the prisoner had listened
intently all the time, looking gently into his face and evidently not wishing
to reply. The old man longed for him to say something, however bitter and
terrible. But he suddenly approached the old man in silence and softly kissed
him on the bloodless aged lips. That was all his answer. The old man shuddered.
His lips moved. He went to the door, opened it, and said to him,
"Go..."
And
the kiss glowed in the old man's heart.
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