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 1 1 |       in memory of their youth, and after dinner they chatted
 2 1 |      remained intimate friends, and enjoying each other's society,
 3 1 |   especially of what interested and amused Parisians. Their
 4 2 |    Parisian life in its fullest and most whimsical manner. He
 5 2 |         the world in its widest and best sense, gifted with
 6 2 |     everything he saw, met with and found, anecdotes at once
 7 2 |       anecdotes at once comical and philosophical, and made
 8 2 |      comical and philosophical, and made humorous remarks that
 9 3 |        the after dinner speaker and had his own story each time,
10 3 |        upon which they counted, and he talked without having
11 7 |       at all that is passing by and all that is going on.~
12 8 |        their comparative charms and finally decides according
13 8 |     when the sun is very bright and the air warm, it takes away
14 9 |         warm. I lighted a cigar and sauntered aimlessly along
15 9 |       walk as far as Montmartre and go into the cemetery.~
16 10|        cemeteries. They rest me and give me a feeling of sadness;
17 10|  feeling of sadness; I need it. And, besides, I have good friends
18 10|         longer goes to call on, and I go there from time to
19 11|           regrets of all kinds. And I go to dream beside her
20 12|                                 And then I like cemeteries because
21 12|     beings take up so much room and make so much noise -- imbeciles
22 13|  Cathedral of Rouen. All modern and realistic art has originated
23 14|         last grisette, very old and now janitress in the neighborhood.
24 14|      Millet, but ruined by dirt and neglect. Sing of youth,
25 15|         in Montmartre Cemetery, and was all at once filled with
26 16|        the death of the leaves, and the weakened, weary, anaemic
27 16|       the sensation of solitude and of finality that hovered
28 17|    other, do not sleep together and do not read the newspapers.
29 17|        not read the newspapers. And I began to read the epitaphs.
30 17|   spleen are these marble slabs and these crosses where the
31 17|  happiness of the vanished ones and their hope of rejoining
32 18|    solitary, full of great yews and cypresses, the older portion,
33 18|       to those dead long since, and which will soon be taken
34 19|      soon have had enough of it and that I must place the faithful
35 19|        was so dainty, so loving and so white and fresh -- and
36 19|          so loving and so white and fresh -- and now -- if one
37 19|       and so white and fresh -- and now -- if one should open
38 20|         doubtless did not hear, and was moving away when I saw
39 21|         her face with her hands and, standing there in meditation,
40 21|         shadow of her concealed and closed eyes, she herself
41 21|       quick motions of her neck and shoulders. Suddenly she
42 21|         They were full of tears and charming, the eyes of a
43 21|    looked at me, seemed abashed and hid her face completely
44 21|        she sobbed convulsively, and her head slowly bent down
45 21|      leaned her forehead on it, and her veil spreading around
46 21|        cheek on the marble slab and remained motionless, unconscious.~
47 23|         I was affected to tears and redoubled my attentions.
48 23|        that she would be polite and grateful. She was, and amid
49 23|   polite and grateful. She was, and amid more tears she told
50 23|       had married him for love, and being an orphan, she had
51 24|       comforted her, raised her and lifted her on her feet.
52 36|                                 And we set off together, she
53 40|      alone in one's home, night and day, to have no one on whom
54 41|         carriage. She accepted, and in the cab we sat so close
55 45|                                 And, by Jove, I went in. Everything
56 45|         rather poor, but simple and in good taste.~
57 46|        by side on a little sofa and she began to talk again
58 47|          She was really pretty, and she gazed at me with her
59 47|       clear eyes, gazed so hard and her eyes were so clear that
60 47|         I caught her in my arms and rained kisses on her eyelids,
61 48|               She freed herself and pushed me away, saying:~
62 50|         kissed her on the mouth and she did not resist, and
63 50|         and she did not resist, and as our glances met after
64 51|         I became very attentive and, after chatting for some
65 60|       on something less sombre, and went into her bedroom. When
66 60| half-mourning, charming, dainty and slender in a very simple
67 60|        costume for the cemetery and one for the town.~
68 61|      brightened up, grew lively and I went home with her.~
69 62|       promise that I would come and see her on my return. She
70 63|   things occupied my attention, and it was about a month before
71 64|        the Montmartre Cemetery, and I went there.~
72 66|        walking toward me, a man and a woman. Oh, horrors! As
73 67|            She saw me, blushed, and as I brushed past her she
74 67|           Do not recognize me!' and also seemed to say, 'Come
75 69|         a wife or a sweetheart, and still troubled by the memory
76 70|                                 And I would have liked to know