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16 house, who tries to comfort her; a commissary of police who puts questions which she is unable to answer and who makes her look in her mother's trunks for papers that are not there: these are Gilberte's lasting memories of those two dreadful days.

Then came the singing in the church, a long road between bare, wind-stripped trees, the graveyard and the final and irrevocable parting from her who, until now, was all her life, her soul, her light. ...

Oh, the first night spent in solitude and those first meals taken with no one opposite her and those long interminable days during which she never stopped weeping the big tears that come welling up from the heart as from a spring which nothing can dry up! Alone, knowing nobody, what was she to do? Where could she go? To whom could she turn?

"The important thing," insisted the lady of the house, who sometimes came to see her in her room, "the most important thing is