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She
entered
,
as
she
used
to
,
through
the
small
park-gate
.
She
reached
the
avenue
bordered
by
a
double
row
of
dense
lime-trees
.
They
were
swaying
their
long
whispering
branches
to
and
fro
.
The
dogs
in
their
kennels
all
barked
,
and
the
noise
of
their
voices
resounded
,
but
brought
out
no
one
.
She
went
up
the
large
straight
staircase
with
wooden
balusters
that
led
to
the
corridor
paved
with
dusty
flags
,
into
which
several
doors
in
a
row
opened
,
as
in
a
monastery
or
an
inn
.
His
was
at
the
top
,
right
at
the
end
,
on
the
left
.
When
she
placed
her
fingers
on
the
lock
her
strength
suddenly
deserted
her
.
She
was
afraid
,
almost
wished
he
would
not
be
there
,
though
this
was
her
only
hope
,
her
last
chance
of
salvation
.
She
collected
her
thoughts
for
one
moment
,
and
,
strengthening
herself
by
the
feeling
of
present
necessity
,
went
in
.
He
was
in
front
of
the
fire
,
both
his
feet
on
the
mantelpiece
,
smoking
a
pipe
.
"
What
!
it
is
you
!
"
he
said
,
getting
up
hurriedly
.
"
Yes
,
it
is
I
,
Rodolphe
.
I
should
like
to
ask
your
advice
.
"
And
,
despite
all
her
efforts
,
it
was
impossible
for
her
to
open
her
lips
.
"
You
have
not
changed
;
you
are
charming
as
ever
!
"
"
Oh
,
"
she
replied
bitterly
,
"
they
are
poor
charms
since
you
disdained
them
.
"
Then
he
began
a
long
explanation
of
his
conduct
,
excusing
himself
in
vague
terms
,
in
default
of
being
able
to
invent
better
.
She
yielded
to
his
words
,
still
more
to
his
voice
and
the
sight
of
him
,
so
that
,
she
pretended
to
believe
,
or
perhaps
believed
;
in
the
pretext
he
gave
for
their
rupture
;
this
was
a
secret
on
which
depended
the
honour
,
the
very
life
of
a
third
person
.
