La mort est secourable et la mort est tranquille.

Ah! contre les douleurs il n’y a pas d’autre asile.

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La mort est secourable et la mort est tranquille. Ah! contre les douleurs il n’y a pas d’autre asile. 72

Julie said this was charming.

“There is something so enchanting in the smile of melancholy,” she said to Borís, repeating word for word a passage she had copied from a book. “It is a ray of light in the darkness, a shade between sadness and despair, showing the possibility of consolation.”