It upset her to think of leaving the pillar on the east side, against which herself she had leaned so often, to someone else, and she therefore pasted together some bits of paper the color of cypress bark, wrote on them in tiny letters, and with a hairpin pushed the paper into a crack in the pillar: “I am leaving now a home that has long been mine: O handsome pillar, you whom I have loved so well, please do not forget me yet!” Tears almost prevented her from finishing.
