Today had been like a bad dream. Am I really alive? I ought to be dead. I ought to be lying at the bottom of the River Sine. A few hours ago. I looked over the cold stone side of a bridge. And I was ready to jump.

But someone stopped me. Who was it? I must try to remember everything that has happened.

It has been raining all day. Thats certain. This morning I put on my blue silk dress, since I wanted to look beautiful. But it soon got terribly wet. And everyone seemed to stare at me. The women of Paris dont wear proper dresses now; they wear an open shirt, with a skirt below. So I looked different.

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