Strong as Death by Guy de Maupassant
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She presented her cheek, which he brushed with a calm kiss; then she disappeared through the portieres, saying in an undertone: "Friday--eight o'clock. I do not wish you to go with me to the door--you know that very well. Good-by!" When she had gone he first lighted another cigarette, then he began to pace slowly to and fro in his studio. All the past of this liaison unrolled itself before him. He recalled all its details, now long remote, sought them and put them together, interested in this solitary pursuit of reminiscences. It was at the moment when he had just risen like a star on the horizon of artistic Paris, when the painters were monopolizing the favor of the public, and had built up a quarter with magnificent dwellings, earned by a few strokes of the brush. After his return from Rome, in 1864, he had lived for some years without success or renown; then suddenly, in 1868, he exhibited his _Cleopatra_, and in a few days was being praised to the skies by both critics and public. In 1872, after the war, and after the death of Henri Regnault had made for all his brethren, a sort of pedestal of glory, a _Jocaste_ a bold subject, classed Bertin among the daring, although his wisely original execution made him acceptable even to the Academicians. In 1873 his first medal placed him beyond competition with his _Juive d'Alger_, which he exhibited on his return from a trip to Africa, and a portrait of the Princesse de Salia, in 1874, made him considered by the |
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