I saw the dawn spread over it.

Little by little, it began to come out of its ruins and to rise.
It was arranged and furnished on the same plan as my own room.
Opposite me was the mantelpiece with the looking-glass above.

On the right was the bed, and on the left, on the same side as the window, a sofa, chairs, armchairs, table, wardrobe.

The rooms were identical, but the history of mine was finished while the history of the other one had not yet begun.
After an insipid breakfast, I returned to the spot that attracted me, the hole in the partition.

Nothing.