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feel better here outside in the garden beyond the
power of my enemies, and my heart beats quite
regularly. While reflecting thus, I hear someone
cough in the room adjoining mine. It is at
once answered by a low cough from the room on
the other side. Doubtless it is a signal, just like
the one I heard my last night in the Pension
Orfila. I try to open forcibly the glass-door of
the ground-floor room, but the bolt holds.
Wearied by the useless fight against invisible
powers, I sink on a garden seat. Sleep has pity
on me, so that under the stars of a beautiful
summer night I fall asleep among the roses
whispering in the warm airs of July.
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