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I listened, and I gazed at Marguerite with adht

that this ed to kiss, was

willing to let hts, my part in her life,

and that I was not yet content hat she gave me, I asked if man's

desire has indeed limits when, satisfied as pro further

"Truly," she continued, "we poor creatures of chance have fantastic

desires and inconceivable loves We give ourselves now for one thing,

now for another There arefrom us; there are others who obtain us for a bouquet of

flowers Our hearts have their caprices; it is their one distraction

and their one excuse I gave myself to you sooner than I ever did to

any man, I swear to you; and do you knohy? Because when you sawblood you took my hand; because you wept; because you are the

only hu to say awho looked at hed; that is the only creature I ever loved When he died I cried

more than when my mother died It is true that for twelve years of her

life she used to beatIf men knehat they can have for a tear, they would be better

loved and we should be less ruinous to them

"Your letter undeceived ence of the heart; it did you