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"You've said nothing, of course, and I ask nothing," he was

saying; "but you know that friendship's not what I want: that

there's only one happiness in life for me, that word that you

dislike soyes, love!"

"Love," she repeated slowly, in an inner voice, and suddenly, at

the very instant she unhooked the lace, she added, "Why I don't

like the word is that it means too lanced into his face "_Au revoir!_"

She gave hiy step she

passed by the porter and vanished into the carriage

Her glance, the touch of her hand, set him aflame He kissed the

palm of his hand where she had touched it, and went hoot nearer to the attain the last two months