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Camille (La Dame aux Camilias)

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I found Armand in bed. On seeing me he held out a burning hand. "You

are feverish," I said to him. "It is nothing, the fatigue of a rapid

journey; that is all." "You have been to see Marguerite's sister?" "Yes;

who told you?" "I knew it. Did you get what you wanted?"

"Yes; but who told you of my journey, and of my reason for taking it?"

"The gardener of the cemetery."

"You have seen the tomb?"

I scarcely dared reply, for the tone in which the words were spoken

proved to me that the speaker was still possessed by the emotion which

I had witnessed before, and that every time his thoughts or speech

travelled back to that mournful subject emotion would still, for a long

time to come, prove stronger than his will. I contented myself with a

nod of the head.

"He has looked after it well?" continued Armand. Two big tears rolled

down the cheeks of the sick man, and he turned away his head to hide

them from me. I pretended not to see them, and tried to change the

conversation. "You have been away three weeks," I said.

Armand passed his hand across his eyes and replied, "Exactly three

weeks."

"You had a long journey."

"Oh, I was not travelling all the time. I was ill for a fortnight or I

should have returned long ago; but I had scarcely got there when I took

this fever, and I was obliged to keep my room."

"And you started to come back before you were really well?"

"If I had remained in the place for another week, I should have died

there."

"Well, now you are back again, you must take care of yourself; your

friends will come and look after you; myself, first of all, if you will

allow me."

"I shall get up in a couple of hours."

"It would be very unwise."

"I must."

"What have you to do in such a great hurry?"

"I must go to the inspector of police."

"Why do you not get one of your friends to see after the matter? It is

likely to make you worse than you are now."

"It is my only chance of getting better. I must see her. Ever since I

heard of her death, especially since I saw her grave, I have not been

able to sleep. I can not realize that this woman, so young and so

beautiful when I left her, is really dead. I must convince myself of it.

I must see what God has done with a being that I have loved so much,

and perhaps the horror of the sight will cure me of my despair. Will you

accompany me, if it won't be troubling you too much?"

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