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Paris to undergo an operation. Sonia at that
time was bound by her university lectures, still,
if she had been called she would have gone once
more at the risk of losing her position and
income. But she was assured that the operation
was not dangerous, and that there was every
reason to hope for full recovery. She had
already been informed of the successful
operation, when suddenly a telegram brought the
news of her sister’s death. Inflammation of the
lungs had set in, and in her state of extreme
weakness the patient had succumbed at once.
As we see from Sonia’s early recollections,
she had always loved this sister very fondly; so
she felt the loss of her deeply, and grieved much
at not having been with her in her last moments.
Aniuta’s fate had been bitter indeed. Once so
bright and clever, admired by all, she became
the victim of a long and painful disease. Besides,
her life had been full of disappointments, she
became unhappy in her personal relations,
hampered in her career as an authoress—and at last,
death, the inevitable, carried her away in the
bloom of her age.
Sonia also felt very keenly, that with her
sister’s death the last link had snapped which
bound her to the home of her childhood.
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