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At thatthat destiny is an irresistible force She had no ed along, running while he walked At this spot the quay ascended But it seeazed about her on all sides Not a single passer-by The quay was absolutely deserted She heard no sound, she felt no peoplecity, from which she was separated only by an arled with cries of "Death!" The rest of Paris was spread around her in great blocks of shadows

Meanwhile, the stranger continued to drag her along with the same silence and the same rapidity She had no recollection of any of the places where she alking As she passed before a lighted , she made an effort, drew up suddenly, and cried out, "Help!"

The bourgeois as standing at theopened it, appeared there in his shirt with his lamp, stared at the quay with a stupid air, uttered some words which she did not understand, and closed his shutter again It was her last gleauished

The man in black did not utter a syllable; he held her firer resisted, but followed hiether a little strength, and said, in a voice broken by the unevenness of the paveht, "Who are you? Who are you?" Hethe quay, at a tolerably spacious square It was the Grève In the allows She recognized all this, and sahere she was

The man halted, turned towards her and raised his cowl

"Oh!" she staain!"

It was the priest He looked like the ghost of hih one beheld only the spectres of things in that light

"Listen!" he said to her; and she shuddered at the sound of that fatal voice which she had not heard for a long ti jerks, which betoken deep internal convulsions "Listen! we are here I a to speak to you This is the Grève This is an extre to decide as to your life; you will decide as to ht beyond which one sees nothing Then listen toto tell youIn the first place, speak not to me of your Phoebus (As he spoke thus he paced to and fro, like a ed her after him) Do not speak to me of him Do you see? If you utter that name, I know not what I shall do, but it will be terrible"