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I wept silently, my friend, at all these reflections which I had so

often made, and which, in the mouth of your father, took a yet more

serious reality I said to h it had come to his lips twenty times: that I was, after all,

only a kept woave for our liaison, it

would always look like calculation on ht to drea

responsibilities for which

any guarantee In short, I loved you, Armand

The paternal way in which M Duval had spoken to me; the pure memories

that he awakened in ain;

yours, which I was sure of gaining later on: all that called up in hts which raised me in my own eyes with a sort of holy pride,

unknown till then When I thought that one day this oldle my

name with her prayers, as the name of a mysterious friend, I seemed to

become transformed, and I felt a pride in erated the truth of these

impressions, but that hat I felt, friend, and these new feelings

silenced the memory of the happy days I had spent with you