It was She. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word “she.” It certainly was she. Marius could hardly discern her through the luminous vapor that suddenly spread over his eyes. It was that sweet absent being, the star that had been his light for six months, it was the eye, the brow, the mouth, the beautiful vanished face that had brought him night by going away. The vision had been in an eclipse, it was reappearing.
