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Hanaud, that the girl was going to meet her lover, but the lover

is the murderer Then all becomes clear She does not run away to

him; she opens the door for hilance at Wetherainst the wall, his eyes

closed, his face white and contorted with a spas an outrage rather than

struck down by the conviction that the woman he loved was

worthless

"It is not for me to say, monsieur," Helene Vauquier continued "I

only tell you what I know I airl as eagerly expecting her lover so to act

that another wonorant the other woe would spread to her of itself, without a word

Consider, gentleirl tingling with exciteer that

her beauty just at this moment should be more fresh, more sweet

than ever it was, careful that her dress should set it exquisitely

off Iine it! Her lips ready for the kiss! Oh, how should

another woman not know? I saw Mlle Celie, her cheeks rosy, her

eyes bright Never had she looked so lovely The pale-green hat

upon her fair head heavy with its curls! Frohed--she sighed with pleasure

because she looked so pretty That was Mlle Celie last night,

loves in

the other hand, and ran down the stairs, her heels clicking on the

wood, her buckles glittering At the bottoo to bed' That was it monsieur"