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“I must have seen it somewhere before, but
where, where?”
In the zinc bath in the Hôtel Orfila, traced
out in oxide of iron! Without question, it is
the same landscape!
My aunt goes down with me into the village,
where she owns a three-storeyed house. The
capacious edifice also contains a baker’s and
butcher’s shop, and a restaurant. It has a
lightning-conductor, because the store was a year
ago struck by lightning. When my good aunt,
who is as rigidly religious as her sister,
conducts me to the room assigned for my use, I
remain fixed on the threshold as if arrested by
a vision. The walls are painted a rose-colour,
which reminds me of the flush of the dawns
which accompanied me on my journey. The
curtains are also rose-coloured, and the windows
so full of flowers that the daylight is subdued
by them. Everything is spotlessly clean, and
the bed with its canopy supported by four
pillars is like that of a maiden. The whole room
with its appurtenances is a poem, and speaks of
a soul which only half lives upon earth. The
Crucified is not there, but the Blessed Virgin is,
and a vessel of holy water guards the entrance
against evil spirits.
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