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"_A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman!" "Nay, you must forget that." ". O, the world hath not a sweeter creature_." OTHELLO, Act IV.
While Armance was walking by herself in a part of the woods of Andilly that was screened from every eye, Octave was in Paris occupied with preparations for his departure. He was alternating between a sort of tranquillity, which he was surprised to feel, and moments of the most poignant despair. Shall we attempt to record the different kinds of grief that marked every moment of his life? Will not the reader weary of these melancholy details?