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After a few moments Rodolphe stopped; and when he saw her with her white gown gradually fade away in the shade like a ghost, he was seized with such a beating of the heart that he leant against a tree lest he should fall. What an imbecile I am! he said with a fearful oath. No matter! She was a pretty mistress! And immediately Emmas beauty, with all the pleasures of their love, came back to him. For a moment he softened; then he rebelled against her. For, after all, he exclaimed, gesticulating, I cant exile myselfhave a child on my hands. He was saying these things to give himself firmness. And besides, the worry, the expense! Ah! no, no, no, no! a thousand times no! That would be too stupid. |
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