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I saw him yesterday, and he told me
he shouldn't stir from home for a week to come. “The twins were left with his sister, Cris. She used to play violin, you know. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes
wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil,
she fell asleep. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was
nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to
recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more
accurate application. ‘Madame, I trust I see you well?’
‘Merci.
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