The sea gleams under the silver dome of the moonlit sky.
What is that?... Ah! Miss Jeanne going towards the forest.
Her head looks like one of those beautiful red fungi that grow among the
fir-trees.
If the gardener had chosen _her_.... But Torp!
I should like to go wandering out into the woods and leave the house to
those two creatures in the basement. But if I happened to meet Jeanne,
what explanation could I give?
It would be too ridiculous for both of us to be straying about in the
forest, because Torp was entertaining a sweetheart in the basement!
Doors and windows are wide open, and they are two floors below me, and
yet I seem to smell the sour, disgusting odour of that man. Is it
hysteria?...
No. I cannot sleep, and it is four in the morning. The sunrise is a
glorious sight provided one is really in the mood to enjoy it. But at
the present moment I should prefer the blackest night....
There he goes! Sneaking away like a thief. Not once does he look back;
and yet I am sure the hateful female is standing at the door, waving to
him and kissing her hand.
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