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1 year, 8 months ago

she only asked for a little respite and repose

Every morning now, as soon as she had risen, she felt impelled by a powerful desire to pray to God and obtain from Him a little relief and consolation.

Then she knelt before a tall oak crucifix, Olivier’s gift, a rare gift discovered by him, and with closed lips, imploring with the voice of the …

—p.185 Like Death by Guy de Maupassant
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that infinite procession of little hurried seconds topic/the-passage-of-time

Time was, like everyone else, when she had some notion of the passing years and of the changes they bring. Like everyone else she had said, she had told herself, every winter, every spring, and every summer, “I’ve changed so much since last year.” But ever beautiful, with a somewhat varying beauty,…

—p.184 by Guy de Maupassant
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the ardor of a being that is beginning to live

These thoughts haunted her, spoiled everything she might have relished, turned into grief everything that would have given her joy, left her no pleasure, no contentment, no gaiety intact. She was forever trembling with an exasperated need to shake off the burden of misery that crushed her, for with…

—p.182 by Guy de Maupassant
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drifting away from her a little more every day

A stranger! He himself! Olivier! He spoke to her as formerly, with the same words, the same voice, the same tones. And yet there was something new between them now, something inexplicable, intangible, invincible, almost nothing, that “almost nothing” which causes a sail to drift away when the wind …

—p.167 by Guy de Maupassant
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matutinal

He would arrive spreading around him the exhilaration of his ride, a sort of matutinal breath of air

—p.165 by Guy de Maupassant
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