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All that remained clear to him afterwards was , that he had clasped her in his arms , and strained her to his chest with all the might of his muscles . Had he stood there with his lips pressed upon hers for a very long time ? He really did not know ; it might have been moments , it might have been hours , for he had lost all idea as to the duration of time . From that day , Uros was always hovering in the neighbourhood of Radonic 's house ; he was to be found lurking thereabout morning , noon and night . Milenko took him to task about it , but he soon found out that if `` hunger has no eyes , '' lovers , likewise , have no ears , and also that `` he who holds his tongue often teaches best . '' As for Uros , his friend 's reproaches were not half so keen as those he made to himself ; but love had a thousand sophistries to still the voice of conscience . Not long after the eventful day of the riddle , Marko Radonic returned unexpectedly to Budua , his ship having to undergo some slight repairs .