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I had a mind to let the poor fellow have his humourThen prithee, said I, let me see it. La Fleur instantly pulld out a little dirty pocket-book crammd full of small Letters and billet-douces in a sad condition, and laying it upon the table, and then untying the string which held them all together, run them over one by one, till he came to the letter in questionLa voila! said he, clapping his hands; so unfolding it first, he laid it before me, and retired three steps from the table whilst I read it. The Letter Madame, Je suis penetré de la douleur la plus vive, et reduit en même temps au desespoir par ce retour imprevû du Corporal qui rend notre entrevue de ce soir la chose du monde la plus impossible. Mais vive la joie! et toute la mienne sera de penser à vous. Lamour nest rien sans sentiment. Et le sentiment est encore moins sans amour. On dit quon ne doit jamais se desesperer. On dit aussi que Monsieur le Corporal monte la garde mercredi: alors ce sera mon tour. Chacun a son tour En attendantVive lamour! et vive la bagatelle! Je suis, Madame, Avec toutes les sentiments le plus respecteux et les plus tendres tout à vous. Jaques Roque. It was but changing the Corporal into the Countand saying nothing about mounting guard on Wednesdayand the letter was neither right or wrongso to gratify the poor fellow who stood trembling for my honour, his own, and the honour of his Letter,I took the cream gently off it, and whipping it up in my own wayI seald it up and sent him with it to Madame de L***and the next morning we pursued our journey to Paris. |
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