"February 19, midnight.
What a sad day to today, my poor Monsieur Armand! Marguerite stifling morning, the doctor did a blood-letting, and is back in a faint voice. The doctor advised her to send for a priest. She said yes, and went himself to seek the abbot of the church of Saint-Roch. Meanwhile
Marguerite called me at his bedside, asked me to open the closet, then showed me a cap, a long shirt all covered with lace, and he said in a voice feeble:
'I'll die after I confessed, Vestima so with these objects: it is a flirtation from dying '. "
from" The Lady of the Camellias "by Alexandre Dumas fils, 1848
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