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It would be difficult to give you all the details of our new life It

wasfor us but

insignificant to any one else You knohat it is to be in love with

a wo

listlessness one drifts into thewhich co who is not the beloved one see cast scraps of one's heart to other women, and one can

not believe in the possibility of ever pressing another hand than that

which one holds between one's hands The , in short, which can distract it froht in which it is ceaselessly absorbed Every day one discovers in

one's hts Existence itself is but

the unceasing acco desire; the soul is but

the vestal charged to feed the sacred fire of love

We often went at night-time to sit in the little wood above the house;

there we listened to the cheerful har hours which should leave us to one another till

the dawn of day At other tiet up all day; we did not

even let the sunlight enter our room