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transforht of her daily sorrow

Often, when uerite lifted

uponeyes that I blushed for the part I was playing,

and was ready to iiveness

But my repentance was only of a moment's duration, and Olympe, who had

finally put aside all self-respect, and discovered that by annoying

Marguerite she could get from me whatever she wanted, constantly stirred

up ainst her, and insulted her whenever she found an

opportunity, with the cowardly persistence of a wouerite gave up going to balls or theatres, for fear of

ave way to anony which I did not encourage

my mistress to relate and which I did not uerite

To reach such a point I must have been literally mad I was like a man

drunk upon bad wine, who falls into one of those nervous exaltations in

which the hand is capable of co about it In the midst of it all I endured a nity hich Marguerite

responded to all my attacks, and which raised her above ainst her