' house.

As Raphael burned with an incandescence with each passing day, Andre sunk deeper into a spiral of depression.

As for Edith, although surrounded by the hope and glee she created in the Saint-Clemonts, did not feel a sense of peace in her heart.

Whenever she looked at Raphael''s face, so similar to that of her beloved, she would recall the enchanted time of their passionate love, leaving a hollow feeling inside her.

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One day, as Edith wandered alone on the street, lost in thought, a timid voice came from behind her.

"Are you Citizeness Edith Travis?"

She turned around to see a ragged little boy of eight or nine years old, with disheveled hair and a dirty face, obviously a homeless waif.

"It''s me," she replied.

The child handed her a crumpled envelope. "Would you go and see Madame Roland? This is a letter from Citizen Buzot to be delivered to her."