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The Parisians, Book 12.

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 1620    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

gancies, struck him with a sense of discomfort to himself which superseded any more remorseful sentiment. The day was intensely cold: the single log

to the servant who informed him that Madame Venosta was g

eery hearth, an easy fauteuil. In the absence of such attributes, "fuyit retro Venus." If the Englishman invented the word comfort, it is the Parisian who most

ned as he heard the rustle of a robe and a light slow step. Isaura stood before him. Her aspect startled him. He had come prepared to expect grave displeasure a

hin himself, "After all, the poor girl loves me better than I thought. She is sen

er hand, which she yielded to him quietly, leading her to one

of our generals, has reduced you. I only heard of it late last night from my mother. I hasten to claim my right to share with you the humble resources which I have saved by the intellectual labours that have absorbed all such

was not mistaken when I thought and said that, despite all appearances, a

interrupted Gustave, with a fervour whi

ly, not mockingly; but Gust

nt hastily contracted, it is I. Gustave, when you, exaggerating in your imagination the nature of your sentiments for me, said with such earnestness that on my consent to our union depended your health, your life, your career; that if I withheld that consent you were lost, and in despair would seek distraction from thought in all

to bl

heart: I overrated still more,

nderstand now. You

"I have conceived possible in my dreams, it was not mine to give. You declared you were satisfied with such affection as I could bestow. Hush! let me go on. You said that affection would increase, would become love, in proporti

el indeed, M

for the happiness of both that our promises should be mutually cancelled. The moment has come sooner than I thought. Even had I loved you, Gustave, as deeply as-as well as the beings of Romance love, I would not dare to wed one who calls upon mortals t

troth. I have not the strength to do so. More than ever, more than when first pledged to me, I need the aid, the companionship, of my guardian angel. You were that to me once; abandon me not now. In these terrible times of revolution, excitable natures catch madness from each other. A writer in the heat of his passion says much that he does not mean to be literally taken, which in co

? Is it on the strength of Woman that Man should rely? Is it to her that he should say, 'Dictate my opinions on all that belongs to the Mind of man; change the doctrines that I have thoughtfully formed and honestly advocate; teach me how to act on earth,

t does either make or mar all that future which lies between his life and his gravestone, and of whatsoever may lie beyond the grave. Give me up now, and thou art responsible for me, for all I do, it may be against all that thou deemest holy. Keep

death. He knew that she had so far yielded, and his vanity exulted: he smi

delight that belongs to a duty achieved?-where? oh where?" And then she stole wi

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