These women who are at the mercy of fate, we have strange desires and strange love. We go all out for one thing and one thing for another. I promise you faster than any man. I can swear to you. Why? Because you held my hand when you saw me hemoptysis, because you cried, because only you really wanted to sympathize with me.
However, I have seen some contradictory phenomena. I often hear that Margaret's love is like a commodity, and its price fluctuates with the seasons. But on the other hand, we saw that she resolutely refused the request of the young count we met in her house. How can this matter have anything to do with her reputation? Maybe you'll tell me, because she doesn't like him. Besides, she has the support of the Duke now, and her life is very rich. If she wants to find another lover, she must of course find a man who likes her. Then why doesn't she want gaston, who is beautiful, smart and rich but makes her feel ridiculous at the first meeting like me?
Indeed, sometimes a clever thing that happens in a minute is more useful than a whole year's hard pursuit.
I was the only one at dinner who was sad to see her leave. I was too excited to keep up with her. I kissed her hand with tears in my eyes. All this, coupled with her illness for two months, I went to inquire about her illness every day, which made her feel that I was really different. Maybe she is thinking that for a person who expresses love in this way, she can do things as usual. She has done it so many times before that it doesn't matter to her.
You see, these ideas are entirely possible, but whatever the reason, one thing is certain, that is, she has agreed.
I've always loved Margaret, and now I want her. I can't ask her for more. But I repeat to you, although she is a prostitute, I always think-maybe I poetized her-that this kind of love is hopeless, so the closer I get to the moment when it seems that hope is about to be satisfied, the more I doubt it.
I'm crazy, like a fool. Suddenly I feel that I am not beautiful enough, rich enough, handsome enough to have such a woman; For a moment, I was complacent and proud that I could have her. Then I was worried that Margaret was just taking part in accidental amusement, and her enthusiasm for me was only a few days. I have a hunch that this relationship will end soon and there will be no happy ending. I thought to myself, it's better not to go to her house at night. I'll write to her and tell her my doubts and leave her. Then, I have infinite hope and incomparable confidence. I had some incredible dreams about the future. I want to heal this girl's physical and mental trauma in my heart, and I want to live with her forever. Her love will make me happier than the purest love.
In a word, my thoughts are so numerous and confusing that I really can't describe all the thoughts in my mind at that time to you. At dawn, I fell asleep in a daze, and these thoughts disappeared in a blur
Wake up at two in the afternoon. The weather is very good. I think life has never been so beautiful and happy. Last night's scene clearly emerged in my mind, and then I had a sweet dream tonight. I get dressed quickly. I am satisfied. I can do anything beautiful. My heart is impacted by joy and love from time to time, and a sweet passion makes me uneasy. All the thoughts that made me toss and turn last night disappeared. All I saw was my success, and all I thought about was the moment I met Margaret.
I can't stay at home any longer. I think my room seems too small to hold my happiness. I need to pour out my heart to the whole nature. I'm out.
I walked through the rue d 'Antin. Margaret's carriage stopped at the door waiting for her; I walked to the Champs Elysé es. I feel kind to all the pedestrians I meet, even people I don't know!
How beautiful love makes everything!
However, I have seen some contradictory phenomena. I have often heard about Margaret's love.
Just like commodities, prices fluctuate with the seasons. But on the other hand,
We saw us in her home, and she resolutely refused to meet the requirements.
Young countess, how does this matter relate to her reputation? Maybe you will.
Tell me because she doesn't like him, and she has the support of the duke now, very much
Rich life, if she wants to find another lover, of course she wants to find another one.
Because of her love for men. So, why isn't she beautiful, smart and
All the rich people are gaston, and they like me who met her for the first time.
Does she find it funny? Sometimes, indeed, within a minute, Joe had a chase.
I also worked for a whole year. Among those who ate supper,
But I watched her leave, uneasy. I can't help myself behind her excitement. I
Kiss with tears
I don't know if I can.
Hope to adopt