He was planning to return to Pau that night; there was evidently nothing more to do at Lourdes.

In what direction should he now continue his search?
Suddenly he felt a thrill down his back--the same indefinable sensation which used to warn him of her presence when they were meeting in the gardens of Paris.

Marguerite was going to present herself unexpectedly as in the old days without his knowing from exactly what spot--as though she came up out of the earth or descended from the clouds.
After a second's thought he smiled bitterly.

Mere tricks of his desire! Illusions!.

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