I went to fetch Alice. What despair!

The two children were asleep.

March 14.--I have read again what I wrote on the morning of the 13th

about the knocking I heard during the night.

Charles has been laid out in the salon on the ground floor of the house

in the Rue Saint Maur. He lies on a bed covered with a sheet which the

women of the house have strewn with flowers. Two neighbours, workingmen

who love me, asked permission to watch by the body all night. The

coroner’s physician, on uncovering the dear dead, wept.

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