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“Oh, she is very beautiful, isn’t she? She is my wife,
she died of a violent flu… There is a portrait of her in
every room. May she rest in peace”, said M.
Steadman, very affected.
“I am so sorry… My sincere condolences, sit.”,
replied M. Stuart thinking that this situation
reminded him an other one he had lived two weeks
ago.
Suddenly, the clock sounded and looking up towards
the time clock, he noticed it was half past eleven.
“I would not abuse to your hospitality, sir. Thank
you for the dinner.”
“You’re welcome”, replied affectionately M.
Steadman. “Jane! Lead M. Stuart to his room. He
must be very tired.”
“Thank you, sir”.
Once alone, he looked at the room. It was not as
illuminated as the rooms of the hall. There was a
wooden wardrobe and a buffet where was disposed
a large mirror. There was a little candle on a bedside
table which was lighting the room drawing little
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