constantly
losing
them all
herlife
through，
like a
traveller
who leaves
something
of his
wealth at
every
innalong
his road.
but what
then， made
her so
unhappy？
what
wasthe
extraordinary
catastrophe
that had
transformed
her？ and
she raised
herhead，
looking
round as
if to seek
the cause
of that
which made
her
suffer. an
april ray
was
dancing on
the china
of
thewhatnot；
the fire
burned；
beneath
her
slippers
she felt
the
softness
of
