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Rh She showed her dear face all wet with tears, all smiling with tears. He whispered:

"I love you."

She seemed surprised and repeated, gravely:

"You love me ... you love me ..."

He watched her anxiously. But the bright features lit up anew and she said to Guillaume, gaily and blithely, as though she had made the most wonderful and unexpected of discoveries:

"But, you know, Guillaume, I love you too."

She had the look of a delighted child. She could have clapped her hands, so great was the enchantment of that magnificent vision of love, so sweet was it to know that she loved and was loved.

She leant over to him prettily:

"Then you are the one I was loving all the time and it is you that I love, Guillaume?"

"Gilberte ... please ..."