ocent and confined life, I sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption t took my breath away.

    t day, we were married.

    train sloo-be-visited station; silence of t; t I s of my life. And I could not sleep. I stealt up, raised ttle and  t misted over  at tform toangles of domestic lamp lig promised ove for tation master, ucked up in bed asleep in ted sters. . . all tunning marriage, had exiled myself.

    Into marriage, into exile; I sensed it, I kne -- t,  t  of t of t glimmered like a gypsys magic ball, so t I could not take my eyes off it  of Russian leato seduce me so utterly t I could not say I felt one single t for tartines and maman t noring, like a coy, as train began to ted anticipation of tance it ake me.

    t grey streamers of tc seeped into t my ened excited senses told me  me. A ionless as t Egyptians painted upon t a certain tension in t of my stomaco be so ccruck. ing a Romeo y Julieta fat as a babys arm.

    quot;Soon,quot;  voice t olling of a bell and I felt, all at once, a sion of dread t lasted only as long as tce, broad face as if it ed from beloesque carnival ment  made me ttle girl, before  me and died.

    As soon as my ep of train, I smelled tic salinity of t rees, stunted by tlantic gales,  ed but for ered cing meekly beside tor car. It  me, a ripes of ermine and sable, o you, I il I met raining train leapt its leas us at t lonely   man in France.

    quot;Madame.quot;

    to tess, tists model, tem of soft so rick --