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501 43| breathing hard. Then, as we stood at her door, she said:~
502 42| When the cab stopped at her house she murmured: '
503 3 | speaker and had his own story each time, upon which they
504 69| cemetery as they parade the street? Or else was she only impressed
505 17| along slowly amid these streets of tombs, where the neighbors
506 9 | outer boulevard. Then, as I strolled on, it occurred to me to
507 1 | lives. They talked on every subject, especially of what interested
508 13| of Louis de Breze in the subterranean chapel of the Cathedral
509 23| my attentions. They were successful. She regained consciousness.
510 69| she unique? Are there many such? Is it a profession? Do
511 41| as time was passing, I suggested taking her home in a carriage.
512 17| tombstones. Oh, how much superior to the books of Paul de
513 27| I will support you.'~
514 68| supporting her as I had supported her myself when we were
515 68| fifty years old. He was supporting her as I had supported her
516 21| through a willow, led me to suppose that she was going to cry.
517 21| Surely she must be in profound
518 4 | smoking, his elbows on the table, a petit verre half full
519 8 | bright and the air warm, it takes away from you all desire
520 41| was passing, I suggested taking her home in a carriage.
521 45| but simple and in good taste.~
522 40| made her drink a cup of hot tea, which seemed to revive
523 6 | Tell it to us," they all exclaimed
524 21| given up to her grief, telling the sad rosary of her remembrances
525 47| clear that I was terribly tempted. I caught her in my arms
526 13| Breze, is more real, more terrible, more like inanimate flesh
527 47| were so clear that I was terribly tempted. I caught her in
528 13| convulsed with the death agony than all the tortured corpses
529 63| Other things occupied my attention, and
530 46| not come. I was delighted, thinking that this maid probably
531 14| yellow immortelles, brought thither by whom? Possibly by the
532 21| like a flutter of wind through a willow, led me to suppose
533 50| as our glances met after thus outraging the memory of
534 19| resting place. I felt a tightening of the heart as I reached
535 67| gave me a little signal, a tiny little signal with her eye,
536 62| three weeks. But one gets tired of everything, especially
537 13| corpses that are distorted to-day in funeral monuments.~
538 4 | torpid in an atmosphere of tobacco blended with steaming coffee,
539 21| beloved tomb, like a fresh token of mourning. I heard her
540 17| comical inscriptions on tombstones. Oh, how much superior to
541 20| her of my sorrow in a low tone, which she doubtless did
542 41| her compliments, which she took in good part. Then, as time
543 4 | full beside his plate, half torpid in an atmosphere of tobacco
544 13| death agony than all the tortured corpses that are distorted
545 60| cemetery and one for the town.~
546 18| into use again; the growing trees nourished by the human corpses
547 12| there forever, veritable troglodytes enclosed in their little
548 69| a sweetheart, and still troubled by the memory of vanished
549 20| grave. Her crape veil was turned back, uncovering a pretty
550 41| was very young, perhaps twenty. I paid her compliments,
551 26| I am unable to walk,' she murmured.~
552 17| relatives of the deceased have unburdened their sorrow, their desires
553 21| and remained motionless, unconscious.~
554 21| shoulders. Suddenly she uncovered her eyes. They were full
555 20| crape veil was turned back, uncovering a pretty fair head, the
556 62| especially of women. I left her under pretext of an imperative
557 2 | comprehension without true understanding, he drew from his observations,
558 69| vanished caresses? Was she unique? Are there many such? Is
559 1 | after dinner they chatted until two o'clock in the morning.
560 3 | his own story each time, upon which they counted, and
561 42| not feel equal to going upstairs alone, for I live on the
562 18| will soon be taken into use again; the growing trees
563 23| orphan, she had only the usual dowry.~
564 8 | going. One always has a vague wish to call on some pretty
565 2 | profound, mind, with much varied knowledge, but no true erudition,
566 12| enclosed in their little vaults, in their little graves
567 1 | majority of salons elsewhere, a verbal rehash of what they had
568 12| are housed there forever, veritable troglodytes enclosed in
569 4 | elbows on the table, a petit verre half full beside his plate,
570 17| where the neighbors do not visit each other, do not sleep
571 65| meeting any but the ordinary visitors to this spot, those who
572 66| couple in deep mourning walking toward me, a man and a woman.
573 7 | pleasure. You know that I wander about Paris a great deal,
574 66| But as I wandered in another direction of
575 16| death of the leaves, and the weakened, weary, anaemic sun increased,
576 16| leaves, and the weakened, weary, anaemic sun increased,
577 8 | September -- it was beautiful weather -- I went out one afternoon,
578 62| tombs, lasted about three weeks. But one gets tired of everything,
579 8 | compares them in one's mind, weighs the interest with which
580 21| she was going to cry. She wept softly at first, then louder,
581 4 | home. He said between two whiffs:~
582 2 | in its fullest and most whimsical manner. He was not a debauche
583 2 | man of the world in its widest and best sense, gifted with
584 70| have liked to know whose widow she was on that special
585 21| flutter of wind through a willow, led me to suppose that
586 21| back, like a flutter of wind through a willow, led me
587 46| in order to offer me some wine. The maid did not come.
588 8 | One always has a vague wish to call on some pretty woman
589 21| rosary of her remembrances within the shadow of her concealed
590 62| everything, especially of women. I left her under pretext
591 23| they had been married a year, how she had married him
592 68| Legion of Honor, about fifty years old. He was supporting her
593 14| paltry wreath of immortelles, yellow immortelles, brought thither
594 18| solitary, full of great yews and cypresses, the older
595 59| little. I insisted. She yielded, saying by way of apology
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