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One evening, seated on the balcony outside the e looked at the

moon which seemed to rise with difficulty out of its bed of clouds,

and we listened to the wind violently rustling the trees; we held each

other's hands, and for a whole quarter of an hour we had not spoken,

when Marguerite said to o abroad?"

"Where?"

"To Italy"

"You are tired of here?"

"I am afraid of the winter; I am particularly afraid of your return to

Paris"

"Why?"

"Foro abroad? I will sell all that I have; ill go and live

there, and there will be nothing left of what I was; no one will knoho I auerite, let us travel," I said "But

where is the necessity of selling things which you will be glad of when

we return? I have not a large enough fortune to accept such a sacrifice;