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The wedding was held on Sunday at the Church of the Madeleine, and Rose watched her mother before the altar in her bridal gown, on Raymond's arm. The bouquets of flowers offered by the guests were beautiful, and the wedding banquet was delightful; and the laughter and the good wishes and the toasts cut into the girl's breast and filled her soul with rancor against her lot, against people, and against the human heart and all the cruelty and selfishness it carries.

Rose could not spend the night of her mother's wedding at home, so she stayed with a friend. The next day, after the newlyweds had departed for one of the suburbs of Paris to spend their honeymoon, she gathered her bags, bade farewell to the household ser-vants, and rented a room from an old woman in a distant workers' quarter of the capital.

And Rose began a life of poverty, homelessness, and martyrdom. She became a creature with no family, no friend, no beloved, and no hope.

Her father's wife had taken possession of his mind, and her mother's husband had taken pos-session of every fiber of his wife, and father and mother alike forgot the existence of their daughter.

And Rose set out across the breadth of life alone, struggling to work, to eat, to keep her chastity, and to be safe from the calamities and dangers that lie in wait for every beautiful girl who is alone.

She hardly ever left the bank, where she spent the length of her day at the typewriter, except to return to her room, prepare her food, and stretch out on the bed like a lifeless corpse.

Her splendid beauty made every-one covet her. Her colleagues at the office lay in wait for her; they knew she lived alone, and they vied with one another in attempting to seduce her. Her immediate superior persecuted her and was bent on nothing less than humbling her in the end and bringing her to heel. He fabricated accusations against her,

ascribed to her the errors of the office, intrigued against her and informed on her, and threatened her with dismissal if she persisted too far in her reserve and went too far in rebuffing and repelling him.

She met all this with astonishing patience, deep calm, consummate wisdom, enchanting gentleness, and a humble, innocent smile that shook the soul and seized the whole heart, disarming her enemies and shaming them out of trying to entrap her — she, a wretched, weak human being with no power and no strength.

Nor could she hold her ground against some of the young work-men of the quarter where she lived and of the lodging house she occu-pied; they harassed her, stirred up the landlady against her, burst into her room, and could not conceive how a girl could be

young and beautiful and live thus without a husband or a lover.

One of them pressed her hard. He was honorable, and he offered to marry her; but she did not love him, so she dismissed him politely. He bore a grudge against her and swore to himself that he would subdue her by force; terror crept into her heart, and she hastened to move to another room in the students' quarter.

Whenever loneliness grew unbearable, and pain and torment wore her down, and she longed to visit her father or her mother, her father's wife would receive her with a mocking, tepid smile, make her feel that she was an intruder and a stranger, and hurry her departure, for fear that the sight of her might awaken a feeling of pity in her father's soul and he might give her a little money.

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