When she held out her hand to me at the moment of leaving, there was between us, more clearly than if we had spoken many words, a secret understanding which death alone was to break, and a friendship more moving than a great passion.
Lorsqu’elle me tendit la main, pour partir, il y avait entre nous, plus clairement que si nous avions dit beaucoup de paroles, une entente secrète que la mort seule devait briser et une amitié plus pathétique qu’un grand amour.