"And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. “I think that’s the right name. ‘Alcide’ or no ‘Alcide,’ there is not a music hall manager in London or Paris who would not give you an engagement on your own merits. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. A species of vertigo seized him. The guards had great difficulty in preserving a clear passage without resorting to severe measures, for the tide, which poured upon them behind, around, in front, and at all sides, was almost irresistible. END OF THE FIRST EPOCH. But all this business has driven it clean out of my head. It seemed as if all the precautions previously taken were here accumulated. You see, I’m separated from my wife. She was finally dead, going to Hell. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. You may go back, Marthe.
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