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However (continued Armand after a pause), while I knew myself to be

still in love with her, I felt uerite again was a wish to er than she

How many ways does the heart take, how many reasons does it invent for

itself, in order to arrive at what it wants!

I could not remain in the corridor, and I returned tohastily around to see what box she was in She was in a

ground-floor box, quite alone She had changed, as I have told you, and

no longer wore an indifferent s Though it was April, she was still wearing a winter

costuazed at her so fixedly that my eyes attracted hers She looked at lass to see nisedquite sure who I was, for when

she put down her glasses, a s, feminine salutation,

flitted across her lips, as if to answer the bohich she seemed to

expect; but I did not respond, so as to have an advantage over her, as

if I had forgotten, while she re herself mistaken,

she looked away