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When Yolande left Wallace at the door of her room, her heart had been full to overflowing. Out of all the stark horror and pain that had filled her life for the past month, this great joy had emerged like a beautiful butterfly from a dead chrysalis. A long time ago she had persuaded herself that love of that sort was not for her. Her father's great bereavement had caused her to take stock of her life. She knew that in her Fallières saw the image of his dead wife, and, although he would have been the last man in the world to have demanded sacrifices, she had arrived at a decision which she thought would help to compensate him for his loss.
Now Fate had taken affairs into her own hands. The man of destiny had magically appeared in the almost monasterial precincts of the Château Grammont. She had started by admiring him, and had ended by realising that he had started a train of emotions that could never be stilled.