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 1 1 |   Parisians. Their conversation was, as in the majority of salons
 2 2 |         the most lively of them was Joseph de Bardon, a celibate
 3 2 |       most whimsical manner. He was not a debauche nor depraved,
 4 2 |     fellow, still young, for he was scarcely forty. A man of
 5 3 |                              He was the after dinner speaker
 6 8 |       middle of September -- it was beautiful weather -- I went
 7 8 |  afternoon, not knowing where I was going. One always has a
 8 9 |                         The sun was bright, the air warm. I
 9 15|                   Well, there I was in Montmartre Cemetery,
10 15|        Montmartre Cemetery, and was all at once filled with
11 19|       her grave. Poor dear, she was so dainty, so loving and
12 20|     doubtless did not hear, and was moving away when I saw a
13 20|      next grave. Her crape veil was turned back, uncovering
14 21|     person mourning another who was dead. All at once a little
15 21|      led me to suppose that she was going to cry. She wept softly
16 23|      died some months before. I was affected to tears and redoubled
17 23|        polite and grateful. She was, and amid more tears she
18 23|    would allow, how the officer was killed at Tonquin when they
19 40|       to talk about herself. It was sad, so sad to be always
20 41|        pretty from her mouth. I was touched. She was very young,
21 41|       mouth. I was touched. She was very young, perhaps twenty.
22 41|        good part. Then, as time was passing, I suggested taking
23 45|     Jove, I went in. Everything was modest, even rather poor,
24 46|        The maid did not come. I was delighted, thinking that
25 47|      had taken off her hat. She was really pretty, and she gazed
26 47|       eyes were so clear that I was terribly tempted. I caught
27 60|         When she reappeared she was dressed in half-mourning,
28 61|                      The dinner was very enjoyable. She drank
29 63|   occupied my attention, and it was about a month before I thought
30 66| approached I recognized her. It was she!~
31 68|                         The man was a gentleman, distingue,
32 68|       about fifty years old. He was supporting her as I had
33 69|     this huntress of the tombs? Was she just a common girl,
34 69|    memory of vanished caresses? Was she unique? Are there many
35 69|      parade the street? Or else was she only impressed with
36 70|         to know whose widow she was on that special day."~