Maupassant Original Short Stories (180), Complete

at Batignolles. He took the omnibus to Paris every mornin

k like black spots, on a complexion like ivory. He always saw her coming at the corner of the same street, and she generally had to run to catch the

ongs to clasp in one's arms without even knowing her. That girl seemed to respond to some chord in his

o look in another direction; and, in a few days, they seemed to know each other without having spoken. He gave up his place to her when the omnibus was full, and got outside, though he was very sorry to do it. By this t

his life to him. He thought of her all the rest of the day, saw her image continually during the long office hours. He was haunted and bewitched by that floating and yet tenacious recol

next day, and he almost fancied that he preserved the imprint on his palm. He anxiously waited for this short omnibus ride, while Sundays seemed to him heartbr