To the very end, she was destined to picture herself there, clasped in Macquart's arms in the bright sunshine.

Yet a second time had the door served as an accomplice.

Where love had once passed, there was it passing again.
'Twas the eternal and endless renewal, with present joys and future tears.

Aunt Dide could only see the tears, and a sudden presentiment showed her the two children bleeding, with stricken hearts.

Overwhelmed by the recollection of her life's sorrow, which this spot had just awakened within her, she grieved for her dear Silvere.