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I scrutinized Armand； for every moment I was afraid lest the emotions which he was visibly repressing should prove too much for him； but he still watched； his eyes fixed and wide open； like the eyes of a madman； and a slight trembling of the cheeks and lips were the only signs of the violent nervous crisis under which he was suffering。
As for me； all I can say is that I regretted having come。
When the coffin was uncovered the inspector said to the grave…digger： 〃Open it。〃 They obeyed； as if it were the most natural thing in the world。
The coffin was of oak； and they began to unscrew the lid。 The humidity of the earth had rusted the screws； and it was not without some difficulty that the coffin was opened。 A painful odour arose in spite of the aromatic plants with which it was covered。
〃O my God； my God！〃 murmured Armand； and turned paler than before。
Even the grave…digger drew back。
A great white shroud covered the corpse； closely outlining some of its contours。 This shroud was almost completely eaten away at one end； and left one of the feet visible。
I was nearly fainting； and at the moment of writing these lines I see the whole scene over again in all its imposing reality。
〃Quick；〃 said the inspector。 Thereupon one of the men put out his hand； began to unsew the shroud； and taking hold of it by one end suddenly laid bare the face of Marguerite。
It was terrible to see； it is horrible to relate。 The eyes were nothing but two holes； the lips had disappeared； vanished； and the white teeth were tightly set。 The black hair； long and dry； was pressed tightly about the forehead； and half veiled the green hollows of the cheeks； and yet I recognised in this face the joyous white and rose face that I had seen so often。
Armand； unable to turn away his eyes； had put the handkerchief to his mouth and bit it。
For my part； it was as if a circle of iron tightened about my head； a veil covered my eyes； a rumbling filled my ears； and all I could do was to unstop a smelling bottle which I happened to have with me； and to draw in long breaths of it。
Through this bewilderment I heard the inspector say to Duval； 〃Do you identify？〃
〃Yes；〃 replied the young man in a dull voice。
〃Then fasten it up and take it away；〃 said the inspector。
The grave…diggers put back the shroud over the face of the corpse； fastened up the coffin； took hold of each end of it； and began to carry it toward the place where they had been told to take it。
Armand did not move。 His eyes were fixed upon the empty grave； he was as white as the corpse which we had just seen。 He looked as if he had been turned to stone。
I saw what was coming as soon as the pain caused by the spectacle should have abated and thus ceased to sustain him。 I went up to the inspector。 〃Is this gentleman's presence still necessary？〃 I said； pointing to Armand。
〃No；〃 he replied； 〃and I should advise you to take him away。 He looks ill。〃
〃Come；〃 I said to Armand； taking him by the arm。
〃What？〃 he said； looking at me as if he did not recognise me。
〃It is all over；〃 I added。 〃You must come； my friend； you are quite white； you are cold。 These emotions will be too much for you。〃
〃You are right。 Let us go；〃 he answered mechanically； but without moving a step。
I took him by the arm and led him along。 He let himself be guided like a child； only from time to time murmuring； 〃Did you see her eyes？〃 and he turned as if the vision had recalled her。
Nevertheless； his steps became more irregular； he seemed to walk by a series of jerks； his teeth chattered； his hands were cold； a violent agitation ran through his body。 I spoke to him； he did not answer。 He was just able to let himself be led along。 A cab was waiting at the gate。 It was only just in time。 Scarcely had he seated himself； when the shivering became more violent； and he had an actual attack of nerves； in the midst of which his fear of frightening me made him press my hand and whisper： 〃It is nothing； nothing。 I want to weep。〃
His chest laboured； his eyes were injected with blood； but no tears came。 I made him smell the salts which I had with me； and when we reached his house only the shivering remained。
With the help of his servant I put him to bed； lit a big fire in his room； and hurried off to my doctor； to whom I told all that had happened。 He hastened with me。
Armand was flushed and delirious； he stammered out disconnected words； in which only the name of Marguerite could be distinctly heard。
〃Well？〃 I said to the doctor when he had examined the patient。
〃Well； he has neither more nor less than brain fever； and very lucky it is for him； for I firmly believe （God forgive me！） that he would have gone out of his mind。 Fortunately； the physical malady will kill the mental one； and in a month's time he will be free from the one and perhaps from the other。〃
Chapter 7
Illnesses like Armand's have one fortunate thing about them： they either kill outright or are very soon overcome。 A fortnight after the events which I have just related Armand was convalescent； and we had already become great friends。 During the whole course of his illness I had hardly left his side。
Spring was profuse in its flowers； its leaves； its birds； its songs； and my friend's window opened gaily upon his garden； from which a reviving breath of health seemed to come to him。 The doctor had allowed him to get up； and we often sat talking at the open window； at the hour when the sun is at its height； from twelve to two。 I was careful not to refer to Marguerite； fearing lest the name should awaken sad recollections hidden under the apparent calm of the invalid； but Armand； on the contrary； seemed to delight in speaking of her； not as formerly； with tears in his eyes； but with a sweet smile which reassured me as to the state of his mind。
I had noticed that ever since his last visit to the cemetery； and the sight which had brought on so violent a crisis； sorrow seemed to have been overcome by sickness； and Marguerite's death no longer appeared to him under its former aspect。 A kind of consolation had sprung from the certainty of which he was now fully persuaded； and in order to banish the sombre picture which often presented itself to him； he returned upon the happy recollections of his liaison with Marguerite； and seemed resolved to think of nothing else。
The body was too much weakened by the attack of fever； and even by the process of its cure； to permit him any violent emotions； and the universal joy of spring which wrapped him round carried his thoughts instinctively to images of joy。 He had always obstinately refused to tell his family of the danger which he had been in； and when he was well again his father did not even know that he had been ill。
One evening we had sat at the window later than usual； the weather had been superb； and the sun sank to sleep in a twilight dazzling with gold and azure。 Though we were in Paris； the verdure which surrounded us seemed to shut us off from the world； and our conversation was only now and again disturbed by the sound of a passing vehicle。
〃It was about this time of the year； on the evening of a day like this； that I first met Marguerite；〃 said Armand to me； as if he were listening to his own thoughts rather than to what I was saying。 I did not answer。 Then turning toward me； he said：
〃I must tell you the whole story； you will make a book out of it； no one will believe it； but it will perhaps be interesting to do。〃
〃You will tell me all about it later on； my friend；〃 I said to him； 〃you are not strong enough yet。〃
〃It is a warm evening； I have eaten my ration of chicken；〃 he said to me； smiling； 〃I have no fever； we have nothing to do； I will tell it to you now。〃
〃Since you really wish it； I will listen。〃
This is what he told me； and I have scarcely changed a word of the touching story。
Yes （Armand went on； letting his head sink back on the chair）； yes； it was just such an evening as this。 I had spent the day in the country with one of my friends； Gaston R。 We returned to Paris in the evening； and not knowing what to do we went to the Varietes。 We went out during one of the entr'actes； and a tall woman passed us in the corridor； to whom my friend bowed。
〃Whom are you bowing to？〃 I asked。
〃Marguerite Gautier；〃 he said。
〃She seems much changed； for I did not recognise her；〃 I said； with an emotion that you will soon understand。
〃She has been ill； the poor girl won't last long。〃
I remember the words as if they had been spoken to me yesterday。
I must tell you； my friend； that for two years the sight of this girl had made a strange impression on me whenever I came across her。 Without knowing why； I turned pale and my heart beat violently。 I have a friend who studies the occult sciences； and he would call what I experienced 〃the affinity of fluids〃； as for me； I only know that I was fated to fall in love with Marguerite； and that I foresaw it。
It is certainly the fact that she made a very definite impression upon me； that many of my friends had noticed it and that they had been much amused when they saw who it was that made this impression upon me。
The first time I ever saw her was in the Place de la Bourse； outside Suss