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"
Have
you
carefully
weighed
your
resolution
?
Do
you
know
to
what
an
abyss
I
was
dragging
you
,
poor
angel
?
No
,
you
do
not
,
do
you
?
You
were
coming
confident
and
fearless
,
believing
in
happiness
in
the
future
.
Ah
!
unhappy
that
we
are
--
insensate
!
"
Rodolphe
stopped
here
to
think
of
some
good
excuse
.
"
If
I
told
her
all
my
fortune
is
lost
?
No
!
Besides
,
that
would
stop
nothing
.
It
would
all
have
to
be
begun
over
again
later
on
.
As
if
one
could
make
women
like
that
listen
to
reason
!
"
He
reflected
,
then
went
on
--
"
I
shall
not
forget
you
,
oh
believe
it
;
and
I
shall
ever
have
a
profound
devotion
for
you
;
but
some
day
,
sooner
or
later
,
this
ardour
(
such
is
the
fate
of
human
things
)
would
have
grown
less
,
no
doubt
.
Lassitude
would
have
come
to
us
,
and
who
knows
if
I
should
not
even
have
had
the
atrocious
pain
of
witnessing
your
remorse
,
of
sharing
it
myself
,
since
I
should
have
been
its
cause
?
The
mere
idea
of
the
grief
that
would
come
to
you
tortures
me
,
Emma
.
Forget
me
!
Why
did
I
ever
know
you
?
Why
were
you
so
beautiful
?
Is
it
my
fault
?
O
my
God
!
No
,
no
!
Accuse
only
fate
.
"
"
That
's
a
word
that
always
tells
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
Ah
,
if
you
had
been
one
of
those
frivolous
women
that
one
sees
,
certainly
I
might
,
through
egotism
,
have
tried
an
experiment
,
in
that
case
without
danger
for
you
.
But
that
delicious
exaltation
,
at
once
your
charm
and
your
torment
,
has
prevented
you
from
understanding
,
adorable
woman
that
you
are
,
the
falseness
of
our
future
position
.
Nor
had
I
reflected
upon
this
at
first
,
and
I
rested
in
the
shade
of
that
ideal
happiness
as
beneath
that
of
the
manchineel
tree
,
without
foreseeing
the
consequences
.
"
"
Perhaps
she
'll
think
I
'm
giving
it
up
from
avarice
.
Ah
,
well
!
so
much
the
worse
;
it
must
be
stopped
!
"
"
The
world
is
cruel
,
Emma
.
Wherever
we
might
have
gone
,
it
would
have
persecuted
us
.
You
would
have
had
to
put
up
with
indiscreet
questions
,
calumny
,
contempt
,
insult
perhaps
.
Insult
to
you
!
Oh
!
And
I
,
who
would
place
you
on
a
throne
!
I
who
bear
with
me
your
memory
as
a
talisman
!
For
I
am
going
to
punish
myself
by
exile
for
all
the
ill
I
have
done
you
.
I
am
going
away
.
Whither
I
know
not
.
I
am
mad
.
Adieu
!
Be
good
always
.
Preserve
the
memory
of
the
unfortunate
who
has
lost
you
.
Teach
my
name
to
your
child
;
let
her
repeat
it
in
her
prayers
.
"
The
wicks
of
the
candles
flickered
.
Rodolphe
got
up
to
,
shut
the
window
,
and
when
he
had
sat
down
again
--
