Out of the Past — page 114: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. fiieia 6s 68 which will not quit my dreams; with your ambitions and powers, your great future—all that you are! Why didn’t you leave me in peace?” “This is madness.” “You are right—the madness that ends in the Seine or hangs in the forest or dies in a closet.” >? “My dear Madame Vignaud “Non! You shall not call me that hateful name.” “My dear child, then. This is the fancy of an hour, born of the beauty of the night, child of a thousand in- fluences, of no more strength than cobwebs. Put it from » you.” “I cannot. It is my only happiness. Listen,” she con- tinued, with every word a caress. “I would be true to you; | would bring you the love of self-sacrifice, and that is hard for me to give. You have awakened me to a new life, a new understanding of myself, to a new need. I want to be honest—I need your help—I need your sup- port and your loyalty. Only love me a little, a very little, and I will be good. I will show you how great a woman can be who has known all things without love, and when loves comes can lay at your feet all she knows. I want to make you great, the greatest in your profession. I can!—I was not meant for small ways of life, for small struggles. And I was not meant for all the wretched EOmMmuiGdoo cs) (E(0)