I only saw Dagmar once more, a few years later.

Not many things are known about Dagmar as a person.

Dagmar wanted to stay to the last possible moment, so as to be near me.

Who can describe such a woman as Dagmar with words?

It was already growing dark when the door opened and Dagmar appeared.

Dagmar watched them go, her blue eyes frank and curious.

I then went to the nearest telephone and called Dagmar.

Dagmar lay her hands against the door and exerted force.

But he left Dagmar behind, by her own will.

Shortly thereafter it became known that Dagmar was with child.

Dagmar fingered the knife and let them get a little ahead.

When Dagmar left at dawn she smiled a thin smile.

Dagmar knew it too, she could see it in her eyes.

She wandered round the factory looking for her and came across Dagmar doing the same.

Dagmar laughed again, more than ever sure of herself.

At that his eye fell on Dagmar, who had been following our dialogue with amusement.

The different people's meetings with Dagmar are told in several flashbacks.

Jill gave a hand to both Dagmar and me, especially with anaesthesia, such as it was.

Dagmar grinned and moved the knife but did not thumb it on.

He kicked Dagmar hard after her as she scuttled past him with the other women.

They return to the bullring in search of Dagmar and the stock money.

It was a time before Dagmar could break free of her well-wishers and seek him out.

After an hour or so passed, she'd wander back to the cottage with news of Dagmar's escape.

But Dagmar did not yield to death so easily.

"Dagmar," she began again, taking up the thread of the weaving.