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"
Sit
down
,
"
said
Forestier
,
and
he
bowed
his
head
as
if
deep
in
hopeless
meditation
.
Seeing
that
he
did
not
speak
,
his
wife
approached
the
window
and
pointing
to
the
horizon
,
said
,
"
Look
at
that
?
Is
it
not
beautiful
?
"
In
spite
of
himself
Duroy
felt
the
grandeur
of
the
closing
day
and
exclaimed
:
"
Yes
,
indeed
,
it
is
magnificent
"
Forestier
raised
his
head
and
said
to
his
wife
:
"
Give
me
more
air
.
"
She
replied
:
"
You
must
be
careful
;
it
is
late
,
the
sun
is
setting
;
you
will
catch
more
cold
and
that
would
be
a
serious
thing
in
your
condition
.
"
He
made
a
feeble
gesture
of
anger
with
his
right
hand
,
and
said
:
"
I
tell
you
I
am
suffocating
!
What
difference
does
it
make
if
I
die
a
day
sooner
or
later
,
since
I
must
die
?
"
She
opened
the
window
wide
.
The
air
was
soft
and
balmy
.
Forestier
inhaled
it
in
feverish
gasps
.
He
grasped
the
arms
of
his
chair
and
said
in
a
low
voice
:
"
Shut
the
window
.
I
would
rather
die
in
a
cellar
.
"
His
wife
slowly
closed
the
window
,
then
leaned
her
brow
against
the
pane
and
looked
out
.
Duroy
,
ill
at
ease
,
wished
to
converse
with
the
invalid
to
reassure
him
,
but
he
could
think
of
no
words
of
comfort
.
He
stammered
:
"
Have
you
not
been
better
since
you
are
here
?
"
His
friend
shrugged
his
shoulders
impatiently
:
"
You
will
see
very
soon
.
"
And
he
bowed
his
head
again
.
Duroy
continued
:
"
At
home
it
is
still
wintry
.
It
snows
,
hails
,
rains
,
and
is
so
dark
that
they
have
to
light
the
lamps
at
three
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
.
"
