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It
was
like
the
sky
when
a
gust
of
wind
drives
the
clouds
across
.
The
mass
of
sad
thoughts
that
darkened
them
seemed
to
be
lifted
from
her
blue
eyes
;
her
whole
face
shone
.
He
waited
.
At
last
she
replied
--
"
I
always
suspected
it
.
"
Then
they
went
over
all
the
trifling
events
of
that
far-off
existence
,
whose
joys
and
sorrows
they
had
just
summed
up
in
one
word
.
They
recalled
the
arbour
with
clematis
,
the
dresses
she
had
worn
,
the
furniture
of
her
room
,
the
whole
of
her
house
.
"
And
our
poor
cactuses
,
where
are
they
?
"
"
The
cold
killed
them
this
winter
.
"
"
Ah
!
how
I
have
thought
of
them
,
do
you
know
?
I
often
saw
them
again
as
of
yore
,
when
on
the
summer
mornings
the
sun
beat
down
upon
your
blinds
,
and
I
saw
your
two
bare
arms
passing
out
amongst
the
flowers
.
"
"
Poor
friend
!
"
she
said
,
holding
out
her
hand
to
him
.
Leon
swiftly
pressed
his
lips
to
it
.
Then
,
when
he
had
taken
a
deep
breath
--
"
At
that
time
you
were
to
me
I
know
not
what
incomprehensible
force
that
took
captive
my
life
.
Once
,
for
instance
,
I
went
to
see
you
;
but
you
,
no
doubt
,
do
not
remember
it
.
"
