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 1 3 |          he talked without having to be coaxed.~
 2 4 |        steaming coffee, he seemed to be perfectly at home. He
 3 5 |          A curious thing happened to me some time ago."~
 4 6 |                           Tell it to us," they all exclaimed
 5 8 |           always has a vague wish to call on some pretty woman
 6 8 |         finally decides according to the influence of the day.
 7 8 |          away from you all desire to make calls.~
 8 9 |          strolled on, it occurred to me to walk as far as Montmartre
 9 9 |    strolled on, it occurred to me to walk as far as Montmartre
10 10|           that one no longer goes to call on, and I go there
11 10|          and I go there from time to time.~
12 11|    regrets of all kinds. And I go to dream beside her grave.
13 12|         are immense cities filled to overflowing with inhabitants.
14 17|           newspapers. And I began to read the epitaphs. That
15 17| tombstones. Oh, how much superior to the books of Paul de Kock
16 18|          older portion, belonging to those dead long since, and
17 18|         corpses cut down in order to bury in rows beneath little
18 19|       sauntered about long enough to refresh my mind I felt that
19 21|       rigid as a statue, given up to her grief, telling the sad
20 21|          through a willow, led me to suppose that she was going
21 21|        suppose that she was going to cry. She wept softly at
22 23|     months before. I was affected to tears and redoubled my attentions.
23 26|                       I am unable to walk,' she murmured.~
24 28|           good. Did you also come to mourn for some one?'~
25 37|           feel as if I were going to be ill.'~
26 38|                    Would you like to go in anywhere, to take
27 38|           like to go in anywhere, to take something?'~
28 40|           mourners of the dead go to celebrate the funeral. We
29 40|          of hot tea, which seemed to revive her. A faint smile
30 40|           her. A faint smile came to her lips. She began to talk
31 40|       came to her lips. She began to talk about herself. It was
32 40|       herself. It was sad, so sad to be always alone in life,
33 40|        one's home, night and day, to have no one on whom one
34 42|    murmured: 'I do not feel equal to going upstairs alone, for
35 46|         little sofa and she began to talk again about her loneliness.
36 46|       rang for her maid, in order to offer me some wine. The
37 59|          saying by way of apology to herself: 'I am so lonely --
38 62|          on my return. She seemed to be really rather attached
39 62|         be really rather attached to me.~
40 65|         but the ordinary visitors to this spot, those who have
41 67|    recognize me!' and also seemed to say, 'Come back to see me
42 67|         seemed to say, 'Come back to see me again, my dear!'~
43 69|       myself what this all meant, to what race of beings belonged
44 69|         common girl, one who went to seek among the tombs for
45 70|            And I would have liked to know whose widow she was