The Lady of the Camellias
letely over. It had realized one
g themselves and the family? a sister and
the agent had written telling her that
disappeared one day without anyone ever discovering, either from her or through ot
e who had known Marguerite when they saw that her sole heir was a hearty, good-loo
t her having the least idea of the source fro
ng away from her sister's death a deep sadness which was, however, ease
was forgetting quite what my part in events had been, when something occurred which led to my becoming acquainted with the whole
ll been auctioned off, had been to let for three or f
t to see who it was and brought me a visiting card saying tha
nd there I saw these tw
he name, and then I remembered the f
Marguerite want with me? I said that the gentl
hich looked as though hey had not been off his back for several days and which, on his arr
to hide his feelings, and it was with tears in hi
other, but because I wanted to see you so badly today that I have not even taken time to stop off at the hotel w
, which he did, taking from his pocket a handke
ranger can want with you at such an hour, dressed in such clothes and w
am at you
at the Marguerite
d held in check was for an instant stronger than he
e me this too, and please believe that I shall never forge
ll in some small way ease the pain that you feel, tell me at once in
, even had I felt differently, I should
hen
ything at Margu
A bo
n Les
's ri
still ha
in my b
ken from his shoulders, and he thanked me as though I had already
the book from my bedro
e dedication on the first page and rif
ears fell on to
effort now to hide the fact that he had wept and was near to
o you
me to ask you to s
next, 'but it was you, then, who
was
it. I am happy to be ab
embarrassment, 'the least I can do i
single volume in a sale like that is a trifle, a
hundred fran
aid I, embarrassed in my
, and I went directly to the auctioneer's to ask if I might inspect the list of items sold and of the buyers' names. I saw that this volume had been bought by you, a
d to be afraid that I had known Margue
d to reas
ing at her sale, and took it into my head to bid for this volume, I don't know why, for the satisfaction of annoying a man who was bent on getting it and seemed determined to prevent it going to me. I repeat, th
nd and grasping mine, 'I accept and shall b
journey, his desire to possess the volume, all excited my curiosity; but I feared that by questioning
he sensed my wish
u read t
ry w
ake of the two
given the book did not belong in the usual category, for I could not
irl was an angel. Here, ' h
per which, by the look of it,
. This is w
tly eases my sufferings. I expect I shall doubtless not live long enough to have the happiness of grasping the hand which wrote the kindly letter I have just received; its words would cure me, if anything could. I shall not see you, for I
ept my bed now for a month, and so precious to me is your good opinion, that each day I write a little more of
journal in your keeping. In it you will find the reasons and the excuse for what has passed between us. Julie is
nce. Do not be grateful to me. Returning each day to the only happy moments of my life does me enormous good a
ou would always remember me, but everything I
n my creditors have placed in the drawing-room to see that nothing is removed and to ensure that if I do n
ather, for I am wrong, it is G
I were to put aside the smallest item for you and they heard of it, they wou
e life I n
chances are remote, adieu, my dear; forgive me if I do not write more, for those who s
ite Gau
st few words were
s read it over in his thoughts while I had been r
eply affected by his memories, he stared for some time at the
at I shall see her no more; when I think that she did for me what no sister co
, writing and saying my na
n to his thoughts and tears, held
that woman suffer, how cruel I was, how good and uncomplaining she was. I belived that it was for me to forgive her, and today I find myse
enly did I feel for this young man who confided his sorrows with such frankness,
hope. Go and see them for they will com
ou. Forgive me, I was forgetting that my grief must mean little to you, and that I trespass
calm your sorrow. If the company of myself and my friends can beguile your thoughts, i
nough to dry my eyes so that idlers in the street shall not stare to see a grown man weeping as though he were
Armand, 'and by telling me the cause of your sorrow.
h the story, and you shall judge whether I am right to mourn the poor girl. And now, ' he added, rubbing his eyes one last time
ng man was good and gentle; I wa
oud with tears; he saw that I noticed th
I told him, '
e, ' he
effort not to weep, he fled r
b which was waiting at the door; but he was hardly inside whe
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