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 1 1 |        met like this every month in memory of their youth, and
 2 1 |        chatted until two o'clock in the morning. Having remained
 3 1 |       Their conversation was, as in the majority of salons elsewhere,
 4 1 |     rehash of what they had read in the morning papers.~
 5 2 |         living the Parisian life in its fullest and most whimsical
 6 2 |        forty. A man of the world in its widest and best sense,
 7 2 |        reputation for cleverness in society.~
 8 4 |    beside his plate, half torpid in an atmosphere of tobacco
 9 8 |           One chooses among them in one's mental picture gallery,
10 8 |   picture gallery, compares them in one's mind, weighs the interest
11 10|     besides, I have good friends in there, those that one no
12 11|                            It is in this cemetery of Montmartre
13 12|       many dead people there are in this small space, think
14 12|   veritable troglodytes enclosed in their little vaults, in
15 12|          in their little vaults, in their little graves covered
16 13|                     Then, again, in cemeteries there are monuments
17 13|         almost as interesting as in museums. The tomb of Cavaignac
18 13|         statue of Louis de Breze in the subterranean chapel
19 13|        that are distorted to-day in funeral monuments.~
20 14|                              But in Montmartre one can yet admire
21 14|       very old and now janitress in the neighborhood. It is
22 15|                Well, there I was in Montmartre Cemetery, and
23 15|     makes you think when you are in good health, 'This place
24 17|        is the most amusing thing in the world. Never did Labiche
25 18|             But I love above all in this cemetery the deserted
26 18|       the human corpses cut down in order to bury in rows beneath
27 18|        cut down in order to bury in rows beneath little slabs
28 20|          I told her of my sorrow in a low tone, which she doubtless
29 20|          away when I saw a woman in black, in deep mourning,
30 20|          I saw a woman in black, in deep mourning, kneeling
31 20|       pretty fair head, the hair in Madonna bands looking like
32 21|               Surely she must be in profound grief. She had
33 21|        hands and, standing there in meditation, rigid as a statue,
34 21|          hid her face completely in her hands. Then she sobbed
35 23|          she told me her history in detached fragments as well
36 38|             Would you like to go in anywhere, to take something?'~
37 40|   celebrate the funeral. We went in. I made her drink a cup
38 40|        so sad to be always alone in life, alone in one's home,
39 40|      always alone in life, alone in one's home, night and day,
40 41|      compliments, which she took in good part. Then, as time
41 41|        suggested taking her home in a carriage. She accepted,
42 41|      carriage. She accepted, and in the cab we sat so close
43 44|                             Come in a few moments so that I
44 45|             And, by Jove, I went in. Everything was modest,
45 45|      rather poor, but simple and in good taste.~
46 46|           She rang for her maid, in order to offer me some wine.
47 46|          this maid probably came in the morning only, what one
48 47|   terribly tempted. I caught her in my arms and rained kisses
49 50|     memory of the captain killed in Tonquin, I saw that she
50 53|                                  In a little restaurant in the
51 53|           In a little restaurant in the neighborhood:~
52 58|                                  In a good restaurant on the
53 60|       reappeared she was dressed in half-mourning, charming,
54 60|     charming, dainty and slender in a very simple gray dress.
55 64|          might possibly meet her in the Montmartre Cemetery,
56 66|                But as I wandered in another direction of this
57 66|      avenue of crosses, a couple in deep mourning walking toward
58 69|       the tombs for men who were in sorrow, haunted by the recollection
59 69| recollections, which are revived in these funereal places?~