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CONCLUSION
I saw Sonia for the last time in this life on one
of the early days of December 1890. She had
come to Djursholm to take leave of us before
starting for Nice. None of us had the slightest
foreboding that this would be our last good-bye.
We had agreed to meet in Genoa immediately
after Christmas. But this was not to be. A
telegram was to have reached us on our return
to Italy, but, owing to a mistake in the address,
we did not receive it, and so, while Sonia and her
companion were waiting for us in Genoa, we
passed through the town without knowing that
she was there. On New Year’s Day, which we
had hoped to spend together, she and her friend
visited the fine ‘marble garden of the dead’
in Genoa. While there, a shadow suddenly
spread over Sonia’s face, and she said these
words of sad foreboding: ‘One of us will die
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