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"Always there!" commented a sharp American belle of mature years, "like an ugly little conscience." Edmondstone's first meeting with his cousin after his return to Paris was accidental. He had rather put off visiting her, and one night, entering a crowded room, he found himself standing behind a girl's light figure and staring at an abundance of reddish-brown hair.
"It is not he who is killing me," she answered; and then M. Villefort returned to the room with the book he had been in search of. In this case Edmondstone's passion took new phases. He wrote no sonnets, painted no pictures. He neglected his work, and spent his idle hours in rambling here and there in a gloomy, unsociable fashion.
"I, too," he said, "I, too, Madame, suffer from a mad and hopeless passion, and thus can comprehend the bitterness of M. Edmondstone's pangs. I, too, would implore in the name of love and God, if I might, but I may not." And so he took his departure. Until evening Bertha did not see him.
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