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I entered the keeper's lodge, and asked hiuerite Gautier had not been buried in the Mont book in which those who

enter this last resting-place are inscribed and numbered, and replied

that on the 22nd of February, at 12 o'clock, a woman of that narave, for there is no finding one's way

without a guide in this city of the dead, which has its streets like a

city of the living The keeper called over a gardener, to whoardener interrupted hi:

"I know, I know--It is not difficult to find that grave," he added,

turning to me

"Why?"

"Because it has very different flowers from the others"

"Is it you who look after it?"

"Yes, sir; and I wish all relations took as ave ardener stopped and said to me: "Here we

are"

I saw before me a square of flohich one would never have taken for

a grave, if it had not been for a white ht, an iron railing round purchased, and the earth was covered hite caardener

"It is beautiful"