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For
a
long
while
he
thus
recalled
all
his
lost
joys
,
her
attitudes
,
her
movements
,
the
sound
of
her
voice
.
Upon
one
fit
of
despair
followed
another
,
and
even
others
,
inexhaustible
as
the
waves
of
an
overflowing
sea
.
A
terrible
curiosity
seized
him
.
Slowly
,
with
the
tips
of
his
fingers
,
palpitating
,
he
lifted
her
veil
.
But
he
uttered
a
cry
of
horror
that
awoke
the
other
two
.
They
dragged
him
down
into
the
sitting-room
.
Then
Felicite
came
up
to
say
that
he
wanted
some
of
her
hair
.
"
Cut
some
off
,
"
replied
the
druggist
.
And
as
she
did
not
dare
to
,
he
himself
stepped
forward
,
scissors
in
hand
.
He
trembled
so
that
he
pierced
the
skin
of
the
temple
in
several
places
.
At
last
,
stiffening
himself
against
emotion
,
Homais
gave
two
or
three
great
cuts
at
random
that
left
white
patches
amongst
that
beautiful
black
hair
The
chemist
and
the
cure
plunged
anew
into
their
occupations
,
not
without
sleeping
from
time
to
time
,
of
which
they
accused
each
other
reciprocally
at
each
fresh
awakening
.
Then
Monsieur
Bournisien
sprinkled
the
room
with
holy
water
and
Homais
threw
a
little
chlorine
water
on
the
floor
.
Felicite
had
taken
care
to
put
on
the
chest
of
drawers
,
for
each
of
them
,
a
bottle
of
brandy
,
some
cheese
,
and
a
large
roll
.
And
the
druggist
,
who
could
not
hold
out
any
longer
,
about
four
in
the
morning
sighed
--
"
My
word
!
I
should
like
to
take
some
sustenance
.
"
The
priest
did
not
need
any
persuading
;
he
went
out
to
go
and
say
mass
,
came
back
,
and
then
they
ate
and
hobnobbed
,
giggling
a
little
without
knowing
why
,
stimulated
by
that
vague
gaiety
that
comes
upon
us
after
times
of
sadness
,
and
at
the
last
glass
the
priest
said
to
the
druggist
,
as
he
clapped
him
on
the
shoulder
--
"
We
shall
end
by
understanding
one
another
.
"
