The Opposite House: A Novel — page 282: what you’re looking at

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The Oppostte House. 277 but she rarely came and talked with me. She cared for me while I was asleep, and I felt, as if in a dream, lips pressed to my hand, upon which, when { woke, tears were glittering. Heloise coughed violently, and at times suffered from weakness and weariness; but she never complained. On the con- trary, she consoled Maurice with jesting words, and soothed him by the smile on her pale lips. Sud- denly typhus fever broke out in the French division, and no entreaty, no representations could dissuade Heloise from carrying refreshments to the sufferers. One day she did not return. She herself was one of the first victims.” waAndwthe Wrench cuirassierr’ asked the fair- haired girl, with dim eyes. “He has returned home and tends her grave in the distant South,” replied Traugott, gravely. ‘The unfortunate man had scarcely been able to believe in the reality of his happiness, when it was once more cruelly torn from him. I do not know whether he can bless the sip from my field-flask which kept him alive.” Marie looked up at him with tearful eyes. ‘“T have been unable to feel aught save hatred and contempt for that woman, and since that hour on the island in the park I have wished for revenge on her, as if I might thus buy back your happiness, Traugott; but when | learned afterwards how great Comiclbookks C@ 5}