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  1 1 |                                   The five friends had finished
  2 1 |      finished dinner, five men of the world, mature, rich, three
  3 1 |      mature, rich, three married, the two others bachelors. They
  4 1 |      chatted until two o'clock in the morning. Having remained
  5 1 |         probably considered these the pleasantest evenings of
  6 1 |           conversation was, as in the majority of salons elsewhere,
  7 1 |          of what they had read in the morning papers.~
  8 2 |                            One of the most lively of them was
  9 2 |         Bardon, a celibate living the Parisian life in its fullest
 10 2 |          scarcely forty. A man of the world in its widest and
 11 3 |                            He was the after dinner speaker and
 12 4 |        sat smoking, his elbows on the table, a petit verre half
 13 7 |       book stalls. I just look at the sights, at the people, at
 14 7 |       just look at the sights, at the people, at all that is passing
 15 8 |                            Toward the middle of September -- it
 16 8 |        them in one's mind, weighs the interest with which they
 17 8 |      finally decides according to the influence of the day. But
 18 8 |     according to the influence of the day. But when the sun is
 19 8 |    influence of the day. But when the sun is very bright and the
 20 8 |        the sun is very bright and the air warm, it takes away
 21 9 |                                   The sun was bright, the air
 22 9 |               The sun was bright, the air warm. I lighted a cigar
 23 9 |         sauntered aimlessly along the outer boulevard. Then, as
 24 9 |         as Montmartre and go into the cemetery.~
 25 12|         small space, think of all the generations of Parisians
 26 13|        interesting as in museums. The tomb of Cavaignac reminded
 27 13|         making any comparison, of the chef d'oeuvre of Jean Goujon:
 28 13|          d'oeuvre of Jean Goujon: the recumbent statue of Louis
 29 13|       statue of Louis de Breze in the subterranean chapel of the
 30 13|        the subterranean chapel of the Cathedral of Rouen. All
 31 13|        flesh still convulsed with the death agony than all the
 32 13|          the death agony than all the tortured corpses that are
 33 14|         of Murger, on which I saw the other day a simple, paltry
 34 14|      thither by whom? Possibly by the last grisette, very old
 35 14|          old and now janitress in the neighborhood. It is a pretty
 36 16|                                   The feeling of autumn, of the
 37 16|         The feeling of autumn, of the warm moisture which is redolent
 38 16|     moisture which is redolent of the death of the leaves, and
 39 16|          redolent of the death of the leaves, and the weakened,
 40 16|          death of the leaves, and the weakened, weary, anaemic
 41 16|      while rendering it poetical, the sensation of solitude and
 42 17|           streets of tombs, where the neighbors do not visit each
 43 17|          together and do not read the newspapers. And I began
 44 17|   newspapers. And I began to read the epitaphs. That is the most
 45 17|        read the epitaphs. That is the most amusing thing in the
 46 17|         the most amusing thing in the world. Never did Labiche
 47 17|        laugh as I have laughed at the comical inscriptions on
 48 17|          Oh, how much superior to the books of Paul de Kock for
 49 17|           Kock for getting rid of the spleen are these marble
 50 17|           and these crosses where the relatives of the deceased
 51 17|    crosses where the relatives of the deceased have unburdened
 52 17|         sorrow, their desires for the happiness of the vanished
 53 17|      desires for the happiness of the vanished ones and their
 54 18|        above all in this cemetery the deserted portion, solitary,
 55 18|         great yews and cypresses, the older portion, belonging
 56 18|          be taken into use again; the growing trees nourished
 57 18|        growing trees nourished by the human corpses cut down in
 58 19|          it and that I must place the faithful homage of my remembrance
 59 19|            I felt a tightening of the heart as I reached her grave.
 60 19|         now -- if one should open the grave ----~
 61 20|                      Leaning over the iron grating, I told her
 62 20|        deep mourning, kneeling on the next grave. Her crape veil
 63 20|    uncovering a pretty fair head, the hair in Madonna bands looking
 64 21|          up to her grief, telling the sad rosary of her remembrances
 65 21|           her remembrances within the shadow of her concealed
 66 21|       full of tears and charming, the eyes of a bewildered woman,
 67 21|           slowly bent down toward the marble. She leaned her forehead
 68 21|     spreading around her, covered the white corners of the beloved
 69 21|      covered the white corners of the beloved tomb, like a fresh
 70 21|       sank down with her cheek on the marble slab and remained
 71 22|        Marine Infantry, killed by the enemy at Tonquin. Pray for
 72 23|           breath would allow, how the officer was killed at Tonquin
 73 23|           an orphan, she had only the usual dowry.~
 74 36|          almost carried her along the paths of the cemetery. When
 75 36|    carried her along the paths of the cemetery. When we got outside
 76 40|         one of those places where the mourners of the dead go
 77 40|      places where the mourners of the dead go to celebrate the
 78 40|          the dead go to celebrate the funeral. We went in. I made
 79 41|    carriage. She accepted, and in the cab we sat so close that
 80 42|                              When the cab stopped at her house
 81 42|     upstairs alone, for I live on the fourth floor. You have been
 82 43|           eagerness. She ascended the stairs slowly, breathing
 83 46|      order to offer me some wine. The maid did not come. I was
 84 46|        this maid probably came in the morning only, what one calls
 85 50|          But I next kissed her on the mouth and she did not resist,
 86 50|          met after thus outraging the memory of the captain killed
 87 50|           outraging the memory of the captain killed in Tonquin,
 88 53|         In a little restaurant in the neighborhood:~
 89 58|           In a good restaurant on the Boulevard.'~
 90 60|       evidently had a costume for the cemetery and one for the
 91 60|          the cemetery and one for the town.~
 92 61|                                   The dinner was very enjoyable.
 93 62|       This friendship, begun amid the tombs, lasted about three
 94 63|    However, I did not forget her. The recollection of her haunted
 95 64|        might possibly meet her in the Montmartre Cemetery, and
 96 65|           without meeting any but the ordinary visitors to this
 97 65|        relations with their dead. The grave of the captain killed
 98 65|          their dead. The grave of the captain killed at Tonquin
 99 66|   direction of this great city of the dead I perceived suddenly,
100 66|          I perceived suddenly, at the end of a narrow avenue of
101 68|                                   The man was a gentleman, distingue,
102 68|    distingue, chic, an officer of the Legion of Honor, about fifty
103 68|       myself when we were leaving the cemetery.~
104 69|         belonged this huntress of the tombs? Was she just a common
105 69|        one who went to seek among the tombs for men who were in
106 69|        were in sorrow, haunted by the recollection of some woman,
107 69| sweetheart, and still troubled by the memory of vanished caresses?
108 69|        profession? Do they parade the cemetery as they parade
109 69|           cemetery as they parade the street? Or else was she
110 69|           she only impressed with the admirable, profoundly philosophical