"Ah, no!...

Let somebody else take charge of putting her off." "Ulysses, they're taking me away!" she cried, again putting her mouth to the keyhole.

"And you, my love, will you permit it ?...

You who used to love me so ?..." After this desperate call, she remained silent for a few instants.

The door maintained its immobility; behind it there seemed to be no living being.
"Farewell!" she continued in a low voice, her throat choked with sobs, "you will see me no more....