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journey; it was only a kind of narcotic to calm
our minds. There we were, saddening one
another with our melancholy faces. We stopped
a few days in Copenhagen, where Sonia’s friends
were struck by the change they noticed in her.
Her face was worn and wrinkled, and she had a
bad cough. She had caught cold during the
influenza epidemic in Stockholm, and had never
taken care of herself. One day, after having
received a letter which excited her very much,
she got out of her bed where she was
lying with fever, put on a few clothes, went out
into a snowstorm, came home dripping wet, and
sat up late without changing her clothes.
When I besought her to take care of herself,
she answered, ‘Don’t be afraid, I shan’t get
really ill, you may be sure. It would be too
delightful to pass away now; I shan’t have that
luck.’
Sad indeed was our arrival in Paris, which in
former days we used to picture to ourselves in
the brightest colours. Paris, Sonia’s favourite
city, where she had always wished to live, was
like a dead city to her now. The letters that
had arrived gave us much to think of; Sonia’s
was not from him, but from one of his friends,
and anything but satisfactory.
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