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On that first morning,-the first after his arrival at Saint-Graal, and the first, also, of the many on which they encountered each other in the forest,-he was bent upon a sentimental pilgrimage to Granjolaye. He was partly obeying, partly seeking, an emotion. His mind, inevitably, was full of old memories; the melancholy by which they were attended