Marie Bashkirtseff (From Childhood to Girlhood) by Marie Bashkirtseff
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"What, Mademoiselle, are you really going away?"
"Oh, yes, Monsieur." "No, no," he said, as if he had been pricked by a pin, "Mademoiselle shall not go." I did not deign to answer. I was courteous, agreeable, but cold. He turned and asked me if I always gave trouble. "Yes, always." * * * * * We are going to the S----'s. I do not see M----. She is shut up at home. This is what has happened--during the two months since the C---- family arrived from Mexico, he has no longer written to her. I know that people who say what I have just said are not popular. We prefer those who, like Dina, veil what they know by a false sentiment of sham delicacy and misplaced pity. Listen carefully to these commonplace, but true words. C---- deserts you. Write him a letter full of pride and withdraw with honour. I am very sorry for M----. C----will leave Europe in three days. Poor M----. This is what it means to love with the heart. I understood at once when she told me that C---- had not written to her for so long. On account of anonymous letters he received; |
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