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” She dropped back into a crouching attitude and began to weep. Insulting cries became frequent and various, but for the most part she could not understand what was said. “Idiots!” she said, when she heard this pandemonium, and with particular reference to this young lady with the throaty contralto next door. That is very bad, certainly, and for this he was extremely sorry. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged manner, washed her. It had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful grin.
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