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to know at Dieppe before I came to you. She was so sad,
so sad, to see her standing upright on the threshold of her
house, she seemed to you like a winding-sheet spread out
before the door. Her illness, it appears, was a kind of fog
that she had in her head, and the doctors could not do any-
thing, nor the priest either. When she was taken too bad she
went off quite alone to the sea-shore, so that the customs
officer, going his rounds, often found her lying flat on her
face, crying on the shingle. Then, after her marriage, it went
off, they say.’
‘But with me,’ replied Emma, ‘it was after marriage that
it began.’

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