deep, mournful sigh, almost a sigh of disappointment.
Thereupon she felt like grasping her heart in her hand and crushing it, for feeling as she did.
"Besides," thought she, "why was he to come, he had had what he wanted. When the juice of the lemon is all squeezed out, the rind is thrown away." He had got his fill of her, henceforth he would gratify his lust elsewhere.
Still, she knew that people thought her beautiful, could she have faded away in one night?
She looked at herself again in the glass. How large and lustrous her eyes seemed to grow as she gazed upon herself; the pupils seemed to expand, to glow with a luminous fire. It seemed as if it was he that was staring at her, through her own eyes. She got frightened, for she felt that she was hypnotizing herself; that a peculiar drowsiness—which was not natural sleep—was coming over her.
Mad with terror, not knowing what to do,
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