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Alas, we made haste to be happy, as if we knew that ere not to be

happy long

For two months we had not even been to Paris No one came to see us,

except Prudence and Julie Duprat, of whouerite was afterward to give the touching narrative that I have

there

I passed whole days at the feet of arden, and, as atched the su in its flowers

and under the shadow of the trees, we breathed together that true life

which neither Marguerite nor I had ever known before

Her delight in the ss was like that of a child There were

days when she ran in the garden, like a child of ten, after a butterfly

or a dragon-fly This courtesan who had cost more money in bouquets than

would have kept a whole farass for an hour, exa the simple flohose name she bore

It was at this tiain