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does on a poorhouse occupied by released criminals
and sick people, among whom several are
dying. A sorry spectacle truly, to have
continually before one’s eyes!
In Saxen I pack my things and prepare for
departure. I part with sorrow from my child,
who has become so dear to me. The cruelty of
the old woman, who has succeeded in separating
me from wife and child, enrages me. Angrily
I shake my fist against a painting of her which
hangs over my bed, and utter an imprecation
against her. Two hours later a terrible storm
breaks over the village. One lightning flash
succeeds another, the rain pours in torrents, the
sky is pitch dark.
The next day I am in Klam, where the
rose-coloured room awaits me. Over my aunt’s
house there hangs a cloud in the shape of a
dragon. They tell me that a house quite close
by has been struck by lightning, and that the
torrents of rain have injured haystacks and
carried away bridges.
On the 10th of September a cyclone has
devastated Paris, and that under most
extraordinary circumstances. Without any warning, it
suddenly rises behind St. Sulpice in the Jardin
de Luxembourg, grazes the Théâtre du Châlet
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