` No . ' ` Let him die then . ' ` But what will the Countess say ? ' ` The Countess will understand that it is not your fault ; the Count alone is guilty of his own death . ' ` Let us wait a little . Perhaps his heart may be softened . ' So they waited for one month , for two , for six , for a year . The spinner spun no more . The Count had ceased to persecute her , but he still refused his consent to the marriage . Guilbert became impatient . The poor girl loved him with her whole soul , and she was more unhappy than she had been before , when Burchard was only tormenting her body . ` Let us have done with it , ' said Guilbert . ` Wait a little still , ' pleaded Renelde . But the young man grew weary . He came more rarely to Locquignol , and very soon he did not come at all . Renelde felt as if her heart would break , but she held firm . One day she met the Count . She clasped her hands as if in prayer , and cried : ` My lord , have mercy ! ' Burchard the Wolf turned away his head and passed on . She might have humbled his pride had she gone to her spinning-wheel again , but she did nothing of the sort .
Not long after she learnt XXXXX Guilbert had left the country .
Renelde So at for of spinner than that to with