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1 32| this brutal, infariious act of destruction.~ 2 18| and yet so soon over! They add up so rapidly, they leave 3 | again 4 6| not realize the work of age, for it is slow, regular, 5 8| As I said, I aged without noticing it; I thought 6 3| Ah! I am growing old. It's 7 12| although water is a powerful aid to flabby skin.~ 8 6| we cannot understand the alterations which time produces. In 9 | although 10 | always 11 17| months; then I left for America, overwhelmed with sadness. 12 12| can be judged, from the ankle to the throat. Especially 13 | anyhow 14 13| There are faces whose charms appeal to you at first glance and 15 6| time produces. In order to appreciate them one would have to remain 16 16| woman is. Never before had I appreciated the seductive beauty to 17 22| We had just passed Asnieres, when my neighbor suddenly 18 15| importance in life, to attract my attention less than this man.~ 19 15| less importance in life, to attract my attention less than this 20 | away 21 18| one turns round to look back over bygone years, one sees 22 4| forty-five years old, very bald and already growing stout.~ 23 11| water and you watch the bathers. The women come down, wrapped 24 11| beach during the morning bathing hour. It is small, shaped 25 11| nothing prettier than this beach during the morning bathing 26 11| beautiful gowns. The sun beats down on the shores, on the 27 | became 28 | behind 29 16| delicate, charming, graceful being woman is. Never before had 30 17| now, something like the beloved memory of the most beautiful 31 20| moon framed in an enormous, beribboned hat.~ 32 33| I looked at her, bewildered. Then I took her hand in 33 38| eye my brown mustache, my black hair and the youthful expression 34 11| multicolored parasols, on the blue-green sea; and all is gay, delightful, 35 29| She blushed a little:~ 36 14| me. She had captured me, body and soul, by her gestures, 37 13| the woman whom you were born to love. I had that feeling 38 1| windows they could see the Boulevard, crowded with people. They 39 6| Well, my boy, I have grown old without 40 21| She was puffing, out of breath from having been forced 41 1| They could feel the gentle breezes which are wafted over Paris 42 38| saw in my mind's eye my brown mustache, my black hair 43 32| indignation against this brutal, infariious act of destruction.~ 44 18| round to look back over bygone years, one sees nothing 45 1| their dinner. Through the cafe windows they could see the 46 14| me, entranced me. She had captured me, body and soul, by her 47 20| little girls, got into my car. I hardly looked at this 48 1| going out somewhere, you care not where, under the trees, 49 5| The other, Pierre Carnier, a trifle older, but thin 50 15| left on Monday. I didn't cencern myself about him, anyhow. 51 28| Yes -- and no. I certainly know you, and yet I cannot 52 14| her gloves thrown on a chair. Her gowns seemed to me 53 6| countenance so gently that the changes are unnoticeable. It is 54 13| well. There are faces whose charms appeal to you at first glance 55 21| quickly. The children began to chatter. I unfolded my paper and 56 16| found in the curve of a cheek, the movement of a lip, 57 36| I looked at the child. And I recognized in her 58 21| forced to walk quickly. The children began to chatter. I unfolded 59 11| horseshoe, framed by high while cliffs, which are pierced by strange 60 14| her manners, even by her clothes, which seemed to take on 61 11| delightful little thrill from the cold water, a short gasp.~ 62 11| watch the bathers. The women come down, wrapped in long bath 63 32| was she! That big, fat, common woman, she! She had become 64 37| nothing utter but the most commonplace remarks. I was too much 65 18| them, they disappear so completely, that, when one turns round 66 32| life. Whereas she no longer counted, she, that marvel of dainty 67 6| regular, and it modifies the countenance so gently that the changes 68 15| t know why; never did a creature seem to me to be of less 69 1| could see the Boulevard, crowded with people. They could 70 16| beauty to be found in the curve of a cheek, the movement 71 11| robes, which they throw off daintily when they reach the foamy 72 32| counted, she, that marvel of dainty and charming gracefulness. 73 6| oneself in the mirror every day, one does not realize the 74 9| The revelation of my decline came to me in a simple and 75 2| two, Henri Simon, heaved a deep sigh and said:~ 76 12| leaving the water are the defects revealed, although water 77 16| a pretty, distinguished, delicate, charming, graceful being 78 32| brutal, infariious act of destruction.~ 79 15| Saturday, and left on Monday. I didn't cencern myself about him, 80 6| reason alone that we do not die of sorrow after two or three 81 19| Last spring I went to dine with some friends at Maisons-Laffitte.~ 82 1| getting near the end of their dinner. Through the cafe windows 83 18| traces behind them, they disappear so completely, that, when 84 31| horrible and heartrending discovery.~ 85 16| strongly what a pretty, distinguished, delicate, charming, graceful 86 14| delightful thing thus to be dominated by a young woman. It is 87 15| wasn't jealous of him, I don't know why; never did a 88 1| the trees, and make you dream of moonlit rivers, of fireflies 89 11| giant, the other short and dumpy. The women gather on the 90 | during 91 16| lip, the pinkness of an ear, the shape of that foolish 92 16| she was! She was youth, elegance, freshness itself! Never 93 17| most beautiful and the most enchanting thing I had ever met in 94 | end 95 20| as the moon framed in an enormous, beribboned hat.~ 96 20| leaving, a big, fat lady, escorted by four little girls, got 97 | even 98 | every 99 | everything 100 34| She was also excited, and stammered:~ 101 6| after two or three years of excitement. For we cannot understand 102 23| Excuse me, sir, but are you not 103 35| am I not? What can you expect -- everything has its time! 104 35| that is over. Oh! I never expected you to recognize me if we 105 38| black hair and the youthful expression of my face. Now I was old. 106 38| finally saw in my mind's eye my brown mustache, my black 107 13| the test well. There are faces whose charms appeal to you 108 17| persistent, triumphant. From far away I was as much hers 109 14| slightest movement of her features, delighted me, upset me, 110 8| youth, when I was almost fifty years old. Not feeling the 111 1| dream of moonlit rivers, of fireflies and of larks.~ 112 12| water is a powerful aid to flabby skin.~ 113 14| look, her smile, her hair fluttering in the wind, the little 114 11| daintily when they reach the foamy edge of the rippling waves; 115 18| them slip by. The years follow each other gently and quickly, 116 16| an ear, the shape of that foolish organ called the nose.~ 117 21| breath from having been forced to walk quickly. The children 118 17| passed by, and I did not forget her. The charming image 119 | Formerly 120 4| He was perhaps forty-five years old, very bald and 121 11| narrow strip of sand in this frame of high rocks, which they 122 16| She was youth, elegance, freshness itself! Never before had 123 38| alone, at home, I stood in front of the mirror for a long 124 14| her veil on some piece of furniture, her gloves thrown on a 125 36| something which promised for the future. And life seemed to me as 126 11| they make into a gorgeous garden of beautiful gowns. The 127 23| but are you not Monsieur Garnier?'~ 128 11| the cold water, a short gasp.~ 129 11| short and dumpy. The women gather on the narrow strip of sand 130 11| blue-green sea; and all is gay, delightful, smiling. You 131 1| people. They could feel the gentle breezes which are wafted 132 14| me, body and soul, by her gestures, her manners, even by her 133 1| The two friends were getting near the end of their dinner. 134 11| ocean like the leg of a giant, the other short and dumpy. 135 35| Twelve years! My oldest girl is already ten.'~ 136 13| charms appeal to you at first glance and delight you instantly. 137 14| piece of furniture, her gloves thrown on a chair. Her gowns 138 11| which they make into a gorgeous garden of beautiful gowns. 139 20| escorted by four little girls, got into my car. I hardly looked 140 32| marvel of dainty and charming gracefulness. It seemed to me that I 141 35| I am greatly changed, am I not? What 142 14| soon as she wore them. I grew tender at the sight of her 143 32| it possible? A poignant grief seized my heart; and also 144 6| Well, my boy, I have grown old without noticing it 145 18| does not understand how one happens to be so old. It seemed 146 8| infirmity, I went about, happy and peaceful.~ 147 | has 148 20| an enormous, beribboned hat.~ 149 14| me inimitable. Nobody had hats like hers.~ 150 21| puffing, out of breath from having been forced to walk quickly. 151 | He 152 6| have always been merry, healthy, vigorous and all the rest. 153 31| going to make a horrible and heartrending discovery.~ 154 2| of the two, Henri Simon, heaved a deep sigh and said:~ 155 20| hardly looked at this mother hen, very big, very round, with 156 2| One of the two, Henri Simon, heaved a deep sigh 157 | herself 158 27| I hesitated. It seemed to me that I 159 11| which are pierced by strange holes called the 'Portes,' one 160 38| At night, alone, at home, I stood in front of the 161 31| that I was going to make a horrible and heartrending discovery.~ 162 11| is small, shaped like a horseshoe, framed by high while cliffs, 163 11| during the morning bathing hour. It is small, shaped like 164 15| She was married, but her husband came only on Saturday, and 165 | if 166 17| forget her. The charming image of her person was ever before 167 15| seem to me to be of less importance in life, to attract my attention 168 32| herself, an unreasoning indignation against this brutal, infariious 169 32| indignation against this brutal, infariious act of destruction.~ 170 14| almost torture, and yet infinite delight. Her look, her smile, 171 8| Not feeling the slightest infirmity, I went about, happy and 172 14| Her gowns seemed to me inimitable. Nobody had hats like hers.~ 173 13| first glance and delight you instantly. You seem to have found 174 14| I was introduced, and was soon smitten worse 175 | its 176 | itself 177 15| about him, anyhow. I wasn't jealous of him, I don't know why; 178 7| the poor beings! All their joy, all their power, all their 179 12| is there that they can be judged, from the ankle to the throat. 180 30| Madame Julie Lefevre.'~ 181 37| reached. Maisons-Laffitte. I kissed my old friend's hand. I 182 1| rivers, of fireflies and of larks.~ 183 17| This lasted three months; then I left 184 7| lies in their beauty, which lasts ten years.~ 185 | least 186 18| add up so rapidly, they leave so few traces behind them, 187 30| Madame Julie Lefevre.'~ 188 11| into the ocean like the leg of a giant, the other short 189 7| their power, all their life, lies in their beauty, which lasts 190 18| years are not much in a lifetime! One does not feel them 191 14| in the wind, the little lines of her face, the slightest 192 16| cheek, the movement of a lip, the pinkness of an ear, 193 5| trifle older, but thin and lively, answered:~ 194 14| ever been before. My heart longed for her. It is a terrible 195 32| in life. Whereas she no longer counted, she, that marvel 196 33| my eyes. I wept for her lost youth. For I did not know 197 16| But she! how I loved her! How beautiful, graceful 198 15| attention less than this man.~ 199 9| in a simple and terrible manner, which overwhelmed me for 200 14| soul, by her gestures, her manners, even by her clothes, which 201 15| She was married, but her husband came only 202 32| longer counted, she, that marvel of dainty and charming gracefulness. 203 10| Like all men, I have often been in love, 204 6| least. I have always been merry, healthy, vigorous and all 205 38| been, finally saw in my mind's eye my brown mustache, 206 33| Then I took her hand in mine, and tears came to my eyes. 207 35| to be sure that I was not mistaken. Your hair is all white. 208 6| is slow, regular, and it modifies the countenance so gently 209 15| on Saturday, and left on Monday. I didn't cencern myself 210 23| me, sir, but are you not Monsieur Garnier?'~ 211 20| with a face as full as the moon framed in an enormous, beribboned 212 1| trees, and make you dream of moonlit rivers, of fireflies and 213 11| than this beach during the morning bathing hour. It is small, 214 11| down on the shores, on the multicolored parasols, on the blue-green 215 38| in my mind's eye my brown mustache, my black hair and the youthful 216 28| yet I cannot recall your name.'~ 217 11| The women gather on the narrow strip of sand in this frame 218 32| and also a revolt against nature herself, an unreasoning 219 22| passed Asnieres, when my neighbor suddenly turned to me and 220 38| At night, alone, at home, I stood 221 | Nobody 222 16| foolish organ called the nose.~ 223 11| stretching out into the ocean like the leg of a giant, 224 | off 225 | often 226 5| Pierre Carnier, a trifle older, but thin and lively, answered:~ 227 35| years ago! Twelve years! My oldest girl is already ten.'~ 228 | once 229 6| all the rest. As one sees oneself in the mirror every day, 230 | or 231 6| which time produces. In order to appreciate them one would 232 16| the shape of that foolish organ called the nose.~ 233 | own 234 21| to chatter. I unfolded my paper and began to read.~ 235 11| shores, on the multicolored parasols, on the blue-green sea; 236 1| breezes which are wafted over Paris on warm summer evenings 237 32| their mother. They were part of her; they were big girls, 238 36| seemed to me as swift as a passing train.~ 239 8| I went about, happy and peaceful.~ 240 14| which seemed to take on a peculiar charm as soon as she wore 241 1| Boulevard, crowded with people. They could feel the gentle 242 | perhaps 243 17| her memory remained in me, persistent, triumphant. From far away 244 17| The charming image of her person was ever before my eyes 245 14| sight of her veil on some piece of furniture, her gloves 246 11| while cliffs, which are pierced by strange holes called 247 5| The other, Pierre Carnier, a trifle older, 248 16| the movement of a lip, the pinkness of an ear, the shape of 249 7| women, my friend, how I pity the poor beings! All their 250 32| girls, and already had a place in life. Whereas she no 251 25| she began to laugh, the pleased laugh of a good woman; and 252 32| again! Was it possible? A poignant grief seized my heart; and 253 7| my friend, how I pity the poor beings! All their joy, all 254 11| strange holes called the 'Portes,' one stretching out into 255 32| found her again! Was it possible? A poignant grief seized 256 7| All their joy, all their power, all their life, lies in 257 12| revealed, although water is a powerful aid to flabby skin.~ 258 8| noticing it; I thought myself practically a youth, when I was almost 259 11| the war. There is nothing prettier than this beach during the 260 16| felt so strongly what a pretty, distinguished, delicate, 261 6| the alterations which time produces. In order to appreciate 262 36| unformed, something which promised for the future. And life 263 21| She was puffing, out of breath from having 264 17| remained true to her, a quiet tenderness now, something 265 35| have changed. It took me quite a while to be sure that 266 11| run into the water with a rapid little step, stopping from 267 11| throw off daintily when they reach the foamy edge of the rippling 268 37| We had reached. Maisons-Laffitte. I kissed 269 21| unfolded my paper and began to read.~ 270 6| every day, one does not realize the work of age, for it 271 18| so old. It seemed to me, really, that hardly a few months 272 6| unnoticeable. It is for this reason alone that we do not die 273 28| know you, and yet I cannot recall your name.'~ 274 31| Never had I received such a shock. In a second 275 36| looked at the child. And I recognized in her something of her 276 3| of life. Now, I only feel regrets. Life is short!"~ 277 6| of age, for it is slow, regular, and it modifies the countenance 278 6| appreciate them one would have to remain six months without seeing 279 37| but the most commonplace remarks. I was too much upset to 280 38| long time. And I finally remembered what I had been, finally 281 9| months -- then I became resigned.~ 282 12| the water are the defects revealed, although water is a powerful 283 9| The revelation of my decline came to me 284 32| seized my heart; and also a revolt against nature herself, 285 11| reach the foamy edge of the rippling waves; and they run into 286 1| make you dream of moonlit rivers, of fireflies and of larks.~ 287 11| down, wrapped in long bath robes, which they throw off daintily 288 11| sand in this frame of high rocks, which they make into a 289 11| rippling waves; and they run into the water with a rapid 290 17| America, overwhelmed with sadness. But her memory remained 291 11| gather on the narrow strip of sand in this frame of high rocks, 292 18| that charming season on the sands of Etretat.~ 293 15| her husband came only on Saturday, and left on Monday. I didn' 294 11| parasols, on the blue-green sea; and all is gay, delightful, 295 11| I met her at the seashore, at Etretat, about twelve 296 18| separated me from that charming season on the sands of Etretat.~ 297 31| received such a shock. In a second it seemed to me as though 298 16| before had I appreciated the seductive beauty to be found in the 299 6| remain six months without seeing one's own face -- then, 300 32| possible? A poignant grief seized my heart; and also a revolt 301 18| that hardly a few months separated me from that charming season 302 16| pinkness of an ear, the shape of that foolish organ called 303 11| bathing hour. It is small, shaped like a horseshoe, framed 304 11| The sun beats down on the shores, on the multicolored parasols, 305 11| about twelve years ago, shortly after the war. There is 306 2| Henri Simon, heaved a deep sigh and said:~ 307 14| them. I grew tender at the sight of her veil on some piece 308 2| One of the two, Henri Simon, heaved a deep sigh and 309 9| decline came to me in a simple and terrible manner, which 310 | since 311 23| Excuse me, sir, but are you not Monsieur 312 11| delightful, smiling. You sit down at the edge of the 313 12| a powerful aid to flabby skin.~ 314 18| One does not feel them slip by. The years follow each 315 6| the work of age, for it is slow, regular, and it modifies 316 18| other gently and quickly, slowly yet rapidly, each one is 317 11| morning bathing hour. It is small, shaped like a horseshoe, 318 14| infinite delight. Her look, her smile, her hair fluttering in 319 11| all is gay, delightful, smiling. You sit down at the edge 320 14| introduced, and was soon smitten worse than I had ever been 321 6| alone that we do not die of sorrow after two or three years 322 14| had captured me, body and soul, by her gestures, her manners, 323 19| Last spring I went to dine with some 324 34| She was also excited, and stammered:~ 325 12| Very few stand the test of the bath. It 326 11| water with a rapid little step, stopping from time to time 327 11| with a rapid little step, stopping from time to time for a 328 4| bald and already growing stout.~ 329 11| cliffs, which are pierced by strange holes called the 'Portes,' 330 11| called the 'Portes,' one stretching out into the ocean like 331 11| women gather on the narrow strip of sand in this frame of 332 16| Never before had I felt so strongly what a pretty, distinguished, 333 | such 334 22| Asnieres, when my neighbor suddenly turned to me and said:~ 335 1| wafted over Paris on warm summer evenings and make you feel 336 11| of beautiful gowns. The sun beats down on the shores, 337 35| took me quite a while to be sure that I was not mistaken. 338 32| And these little beings surprised me as much as their mother. 339 36| And life seemed to me as swift as a passing train.~ 340 14| clothes, which seemed to take on a peculiar charm as soon 341 37| I was too much upset to talk.~ 342 33| took her hand in mine, and tears came to my eyes. I wept 343 14| as she wore them. I grew tender at the sight of her veil 344 17| remained true to her, a quiet tenderness now, something like the 345 5| Carnier, a trifle older, but thin and lively, answered:~ 346 35| hair is all white. Just think! Twelve years ago! Twelve 347 | though 348 8| aged without noticing it; I thought myself practically a youth, 349 11| for a delightful little thrill from the cold water, a short 350 12| judged, from the ankle to the throat. Especially on leaving the 351 | Through 352 11| long bath robes, which they throw off daintily when they reach 353 14| of furniture, her gloves thrown on a chair. Her gowns seemed 354 | thus 355 31| felt that a veil had been torn from my eyes and that I 356 14| young woman. It is almost torture, and yet infinite delight. 357 18| rapidly, they leave so few traces behind them, they disappear 358 1| care not where, under the trees, and make you dream of moonlit 359 5| other, Pierre Carnier, a trifle older, but thin and lively, 360 17| remained in me, persistent, triumphant. From far away I was as 361 17| heart. And my love remained true to her, a quiet tenderness 362 22| when my neighbor suddenly turned to me and said:~ 363 18| completely, that, when one turns round to look back over 364 | under 365 21| children began to chatter. I unfolded my paper and began to read.~ 366 36| charm, but something as yet unformed, something which promised 367 6| gently that the changes are unnoticeable. It is for this reason alone 368 32| against nature herself, an unreasoning indignation against this 369 | up 370 37| hand. I had found nothing utter but the most commonplace 371 6| always been merry, healthy, vigorous and all the rest. As one 372 1| gentle breezes which are wafted over Paris on warm summer 373 21| from having been forced to walk quickly. The children began 374 11| years ago, shortly after the war. There is nothing prettier 375 1| are wafted over Paris on warm summer evenings and make 376 15| myself about him, anyhow. I wasn't jealous of him, I don' 377 11| edge of the water and you watch the bathers. The women come 378 11| foamy edge of the rippling waves; and they run into the water 379 33| tears came to my eyes. I wept for her lost youth. For 380 | Whereas 381 35| mistaken. Your hair is all white. Just think! Twelve years 382 | whom 383 | whose 384 | why 385 14| her hair fluttering in the wind, the little lines of her 386 1| dinner. Through the cafe windows they could see the Boulevard, 387 14| peculiar charm as soon as she wore them. I grew tender at the 388 6| one does not realize the work of age, for it is slow, 389 14| introduced, and was soon smitten worse than I had ever been before. 390 | would 391 11| bathers. The women come down, wrapped in long bath robes, which 392 32| that I had seen her but yesterday, and this is how I found 393 38| mustache, my black hair and the youthful expression of my face. Now