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I saw Juliette again last year. More than ten years had gone by since her last letter, in which she had told me of Alissa's death. A journey to Provence gave me an opportunity of stopping at Nîmes. The Teissières occupy an important house in the Avenue de Feuchères, in a noisy and central part of the town. Although I had written to announce my arrival, it was with considerable emotion that I crossed the threshold. A maidservant showed me into the drawing room, where Juliette joined me in a few minutes. I thought I saw Aunt Plantier — the same gait, the same stoutness, the same breathless hospitality. She immediately began plying me with questions (without waiting for my answers) as to my career,

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