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"
Duke
,
you
already
know
that
it
is
not
I
who
caused
you
to
be
written
to
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
madame
!
Yes
,
your
Majesty
!
"
cried
the
duke
.
"
I
know
that
I
must
have
been
mad
,
senseless
,
to
believe
that
snow
would
become
animated
or
marble
warm
;
but
what
then
!
They
who
love
believe
easily
in
love
.
Besides
,
I
have
lost
nothing
by
this
journey
because
I
see
you
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
replied
Anne
,
"
but
you
know
why
and
how
I
see
you
;
because
,
insensible
to
all
my
sufferings
,
you
persist
in
remaining
in
a
city
where
,
by
remaining
,
you
run
the
risk
of
your
life
,
and
make
me
run
the
risk
of
my
honor
.
I
see
you
to
tell
you
that
everything
separates
us
--
the
depths
of
the
sea
,
the
enmity
of
kingdoms
,
the
sanctity
of
vows
.
It
is
sacrilege
to
struggle
against
so
many
things
,
my
Lord
.
In
short
,
I
see
you
to
tell
you
that
we
must
never
see
each
other
again
.
"
"
Speak
on
,
madame
,
speak
on
,
Queen
,
"
said
Buckingham
;
"
the
sweetness
of
your
voice
covers
the
harshness
of
your
words
.
You
talk
of
sacrilege
!
Why
,
the
sacrilege
is
the
separation
of
two
hearts
formed
by
God
for
each
other
.
"
"
My
Lord
,
"
cried
the
queen
,
"
you
forget
that
I
have
never
said
that
I
love
you
.
"
"
But
you
have
never
told
me
that
you
did
not
love
me
;
and
truly
,
to
speak
such
words
to
me
would
be
,
on
the
part
of
your
Majesty
,
too
great
an
ingratitude
.
For
tell
me
,
where
can
you
find
a
love
like
mine
--
a
love
which
neither
time
,
nor
absence
,
nor
despair
can
extinguish
,
a
love
which
contents
itself
with
a
lost
ribbon
,
a
stray
look
,
or
a
chance
word
?
It
is
now
three
years
,
madame
,
since
I
saw
you
for
the
first
time
,
and
during
those
three
years
I
have
loved
you
thus
.
Shall
I
tell
you
each
ornament
of
your
toilet
?
Mark
!
I
see
you
now
.
You
were
seated
upon
cushions
in
the
Spanish
fashion
;
you
wore
a
robe
of
green
satin
embroidered
with
gold
and
silver
,
hanging
sleeves
knotted
upon
your
beautiful
arms
--
those
lovely
arms
--
with
large
diamonds
.
You
wore
a
close
ruff
,
a
small
cap
upon
your
head
of
the
same
color
as
your
robe
,
and
in
that
cap
a
heron
's
feather
.
Hold
!
Hold
!
I
shut
my
eyes
,
and
I
can
see
you
as
you
then
were
;
I
open
them
again
,
and
I
see
what
you
are
now
--
a
hundred
time
more
beautiful
!
"
"
What
folly
,
"
murmured
Anne
of
Austria
,
who
had
not
the
courage
to
find
fault
with
the
duke
for
having
so
well
preserved
her
portrait
in
his
heart
,
"
what
folly
to
feed
a
useless
passion
with
such
remembrances
!
"
"
And
upon
what
then
must
I
live
?
I
have
nothing
but
memory
.
It
is
my
happiness
,
my
treasure
,
my
hope
.
Every
time
I
see
you
is
a
fresh
diamond
which
I
enclose
in
the
casket
of
my
heart
.
This
is
the
fourth
which
you
have
let
fall
and
I
have
picked
up
;
for
in
three
years
,
madame
,
I
have
only
seen
you
four
times
--
the
first
,
which
I
have
described
to
you
;
the
second
,
at
the
mansion
of
Madame
de
Chevreuse
;
the
third
,
in
the
gardens
of
Amiens
.
"
