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A young man lays with an unmistakable gesture
a sou on my table. A stranger, and alone
among a crowd of people, I let it happen, but,
blind with anger, I seek for an explanation.
He gives me a sou, as if to a beggar! Beggar!
that is the dagger which I drive into my breast.
Beggar! for thou deservest nothing, and——
The waiter offers me a more comfortable place,
and I leave the money lying. What a disgrace!
He brings it after me, and informs me politely
that the young man had found it under my
table, and thought it was mine. I feel ashamed,
and in order to calm my anger, order another
absinthe.
The absinthe comes, and I feel quite comfortable,
when a pestilential smell of ammonia almost
stifles me. Again a miracle or some evil
purpose! An escape-pipe flows out at the edge
of the pavement, exactly where my seat is. I
begin to understand that the good spirits wish
to heal me of a sin, which at last leads to the
madhouse. Blessed be Providence which has
saved me!
May 25th.—In spite of the regulations of the
house which exclude women, a family has taken
up its quarters next my room. For a day and
a night crying babies afford me much pleasure,
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