indulgent mother! I have to give many thanks! And how necessary it was your letter! I have constantly read and reread and could not leave her hands. You owe the only moments I have spent less painful since my departure. How good you are! Prudence and virtue always know sympathize with the weakness. You have sympathy for my troubles. Ah! If you knew them! ... They're horrible! I thought I had experienced the pains of love. But the torment that can not be expressed, that it must have been to form an idea of it, is separated from what we love, and separated for ever! Yes, the penalty that now oppresses me be renewed tomorrow and forever! My God, how I'm still young, and how long I have paany pleasure. Having become a time to be alone after all this deceptive sweetness faded and has not left me but a sacrifice more to do. Could you open that letter, he craved, however, to read?
For the fate that haunts me, the consolation that I have not done, however, but to impose new hardships, and they are more cruel even by the idea that I am Monsieur de Valmont gets to the part of them.
Here, finally, the name that concerns me continuously, and it has cost me much time writing, the kind of counter that you make me about it I was really alarmed, begged that creates an apparent flushing has not altered my trust in you, what to fearappoint? Ah! I am ashamed of my feelings and not the object that causes them. What else could have been more worthy to inspire him! However, I do not know why this name occurs naturally under my pen, and even by this time I have needed to put thought. Turn to him. You tell me that you think of my departure has caused a deep impression. What then is what he has done? What did he say? Have you talked to return to Paris? Please make efforts to persuade her. If you have tried, do not bother about this step, but be aware that the party is taken without remedy. One of my greatest torment is not knowing what he thinks, I have yet to his letter ... but you judge, like me, I should not open it. You alone, my indulgentfriend, is that you might not be entirely separate from it. It is my intention to abuse your kindness. I am aware that their letters can not be long. But you will not refuse his daughter two words, one can sustain his spirits, and one can comfort her.
Farewell, my worthy friend.
Paris, October 5, 1917 ...
For the fate that haunts me, the consolation that I have not done, however, but to impose new hardships, and they are more cruel even by the idea that I am Monsieur de Valmont gets to the part of them.
Here, finally, the name that concerns me continuously, and it has cost me much time writing, the kind of counter that you make me about it I was really alarmed, begged that creates an apparent flushing has not altered my trust in you, what to fearappoint? Ah! I am ashamed of my feelings and not the object that causes them. What else could have been more worthy to inspire him! However, I do not know why this name occurs naturally under my pen, and even by this time I have needed to put thought. Turn to him. You tell me that you think of my departure has caused a deep impression. What then is what he has done? What did he say? Have you talked to return to Paris? Please make efforts to persuade her. If you have tried, do not bother about this step, but be aware that the party is taken without remedy. One of my greatest torment is not knowing what he thinks, I have yet to his letter ... but you judge, like me, I should not open it. You alone, my indulgentfriend, is that you might not be entirely separate from it. It is my intention to abuse your kindness. I am aware that their letters can not be long. But you will not refuse his daughter two words, one can sustain his spirits, and one can comfort her.
Farewell, my worthy friend.
Paris, October 5, 1917 ...
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