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 1 11|           dream beside her grave. She has finished with life.~
 2 19|     reached her grave. Poor dear, she was so dainty, so loving
 3 20|       sorrow in a low tone, which she doubtless did not hear,
 4 21|                            Surely she must be in profound grief.
 5 21|        must be in profound grief. She had covered her face with
 6 21|        concealed and closed eyes, she herself seemed like a dead
 7 21|            led me to suppose that she was going to cry. She wept
 8 21|        that she was going to cry. She wept softly at first, then
 9 21|           and shoulders. Suddenly she uncovered her eyes. They
10 21|      bewildered woman, with which she glanced about her as if
11 21|         awaking from a nightmare. She looked at me, seemed abashed
12 21|     completely in her hands. Then she sobbed convulsively, and
13 21|           down toward the marble. She leaned her forehead on it,
14 21|            I heard her sigh, then she sank down with her cheek
15 23| attentions. They were successful. She regained consciousness.
16 23|          by her first glance that she would be polite and grateful.
17 23|           be polite and grateful. She was, and amid more tears
18 23|          was, and amid more tears she told me her history in detached
19 23|          been married a year, how she had married him for love,
20 23|        love, and being an orphan, she had only the usual dowry.~
21 26|             I am unable to walk,' she murmured.~
22 36|          And we set off together, she leaning on my arm, while
23 36|     cemetery. When we got outside she faltered:~
24 40|           smile came to her lips. She began to talk about herself.
25 41|         her mouth. I was touched. She was very young, perhaps
26 41|       paid her compliments, which she took in good part. Then,
27 41|           her home in a carriage. She accepted, and in the cab
28 42|          cab stopped at her house she murmured: 'I do not feel
29 43|          I agreed with eagerness. She ascended the stairs slowly,
30 43|          as we stood at her door, she said:~
31 46|         side on a little sofa and she began to talk again about
32 46|       again about her loneliness. She rang for her maid, in order
33 47|                                   She had taken off her hat. She
34 47|        She had taken off her hat. She was really pretty, and she
35 47|        She was really pretty, and she gazed at me with her clear
36 47|      kisses on her eyelids, which she closed suddenly.~
37 48|                                   She freed herself and pushed
38 50|       kissed her on the mouth and she did not resist, and as our
39 50|     killed in Tonquin, I saw that she had a languid, resigned
40 59|                                   She demurred a little. I insisted.
41 59|    demurred a little. I insisted. She yielded, saying by way of
42 59|        lonely -- so lonely.' Then she added:~
43 60|       went into her bedroom. When she reappeared she was dressed
44 60|      bedroom. When she reappeared she was dressed in half-mourning,
45 60|           very simple gray dress. She evidently had a costume
46 61|        dinner was very enjoyable. She drank some champagne, brightened
47 62|         of an imperative journey. She made me promise that I would
48 62|         and see her on my return. She seemed to be really rather
49 66|          I recognized her. It was she!~
50 67|                                   She saw me, blushed, and as
51 67|         and as I brushed past her she gave me a little signal,
52 69|        huntress of the tombs? Was she just a common girl, one
53 69|         of vanished caresses? Was she unique? Are there many such?
54 69|           the street? Or else was she only impressed with the
55 70|         liked to know whose widow she was on that special day."~