anything else I had this yesterday when I came to get to the park, to tell him that I write today, however, did nothing to take care of your love ... of his love ... that I should not ever match. Ah! I ask you please to stay away from me. No matter that my absence
warm up my feelings towards you and how I beat them, when I have to fight them and value? You see how everything I say, I fear less confess my weakness to succumb to it, but this rule that I'm on my feelings, I cherish about my actions, yes, we cherish, and I am determined to do so, even if it costs life. Ah! Not long ago I thought I sure would not have to hold jamas such a fighter. I did the good wishes, and maybe I boasted too. Heaven has punished cruelly this pride, but full of mercy, while they punish us, warns us before we fall too, and would be twice as guilty if continue to be reckless, knowing my weakness.
hundred times you said you did not want a happy shopping with my tears. Ah! let alone happiness, but let me at least to regain some calm. If you grant me what I ask, what new rights acquired on my heart! And if these were based on virtue, I can not accept less. How nice is my appreciation! I will have the sweetness you enjoy a delicious remorselessly pleasure, when now, by the contrario, horror of my thoughts, I tremble for you also take care of me. The idea one of you makes me shudder, and when I can not throw at me, I try to fight it, do not let her, but rejects it.
Would not it be better for both the put an end to this state of confusion and anxiety?
Oh, dear Vicomte, whose soul is always alive, even in the midst of his mistakes, has retained a love of virtue, to have regard to my deplorable condition, and do not pass my plea! A fresh interest, but no less tender, will succeed these violent agitations. Then breathe with its benefits, want to live, and say, amid the joy of my heart: Do you buy at an inflated price to my torment, to undergo some slightsacrifice, far from imposing, I pray? Ah! to make you happy if necessary consent to be miserable, believe me I would not hesitate a moment in it, to be guilty ... no, no, friend die a thousand times before.
Ashamed, on the eve of being attacked by remorse, fear to others and myself. I blush when I'm in society, and I shudder when I'm alone. Do not drag no more than a painful life, and not be quiet but when you want. For more laudable my resolutions are not enough to make sure. I made it yesterday, and yet I spent all night crying. See your friend, that you love, ask confused and rendered the repose of his innocence.
Oh my God! If you