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"
No
,
I
do
n't
blame
you
now
.
"
He
even
added
a
fine
phrase
,
the
only
one
he
ever
made
--
"
It
is
the
fault
of
fatality
!
"
Rodolphe
,
who
had
managed
the
fatality
,
thought
the
remark
very
offhand
from
a
man
in
his
position
,
comic
even
,
and
a
little
mean
.
The
next
day
Charles
went
to
sit
down
on
the
seat
in
the
arbour
Rays
of
light
were
straying
through
the
trellis
,
the
vine
leaves
threw
their
shadows
on
the
sand
,
the
jasmines
perfumed
the
air
,
the
heavens
were
blue
,
Spanish
flies
buzzed
round
the
lilies
in
bloom
,
and
Charles
was
suffocating
like
a
youth
beneath
the
vague
love
influences
that
filled
his
aching
heart
.
At
seven
o'clock
little
Berthe
,
who
had
not
seen
him
all
the
afternoon
,
went
to
fetch
him
to
dinner
.
His
head
was
thrown
back
against
the
wall
,
his
eyes
closed
,
his
mouth
open
,
and
in
his
hand
was
a
long
tress
of
black
hair
.
"
Come
along
,
papa
,
"
she
said
.
And
thinking
he
wanted
to
play
;
she
pushed
him
gently
.
He
fell
to
the
ground
.
He
was
dead
.
