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When I had read the last word, I thought I should have gonein the street A cloud passed

before my eyes and my blood beat in my temples At last I came to myself

a little I looked about me, and was astonished to see the life of

others continue without pausing at h to endure the blow alone Then I reht be with hiht be the cause of my sorrow, he would share it

I ran like a madman, like a thief, to the Hotel de Paris; I found the

key in the door ofHe

showed so little astonish ave

hi on my knees beside his bed, I wept

hot tears