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"
Half-past
twelve
.
We
are
always
in
bed
by
one
.
"
"
I
--
I
thought
it
was
half-past
nine
!
"
"
Never
mind
!
"
she
laughed
,
"
but
why
did
n't
you
come
earlier
?
Perhaps
you
were
expected
!
"
"
I
thought
"
he
stammered
,
making
for
the
door
.
"
Au
revoir
!
I
shall
amuse
them
all
with
this
story
tomorrow
!
"
He
walked
along
the
road
towards
his
own
house
.
His
heart
was
beating
,
his
thoughts
were
confused
,
everything
around
seemed
to
be
part
of
a
dream
.
And
suddenly
,
just
as
twice
already
he
had
awaked
from
sleep
with
the
same
vision
,
that
very
apparition
now
seemed
to
rise
up
before
him
.
The
woman
appeared
to
step
out
from
the
park
,
and
stand
in
the
path
in
front
of
him
,
as
though
she
had
been
waiting
for
him
there
.
He
shuddered
and
stopped
;
she
seized
his
hand
and
pressed
it
frenziedly
.
No
,
this
was
no
apparition
!
There
she
stood
at
last
,
face
to
face
with
him
,
for
the
first
time
since
their
parting
.
