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For
,
all
the
three
years
,
he
had
carefully
avoided
her
in
consequence
of
that
natural
cowardice
that
characterises
the
stronger
sex
.
Emma
went
on
,
with
dainty
little
nods
,
more
coaxing
than
an
amorous
kitten
--
"
You
love
others
,
confess
it
!
Oh
,
I
understand
them
,
dear
!
I
excuse
them
.
You
probably
seduced
them
as
you
seduced
me
.
You
are
indeed
a
man
;
you
have
everything
to
make
one
love
you
.
But
we
'll
begin
again
,
wo
n't
we
?
We
will
love
one
another
.
See
!
I
am
laughing
;
I
am
happy
!
Oh
,
speak
!
"
And
she
was
charming
to
see
,
with
her
eyes
,
in
which
trembled
a
tear
,
like
the
rain
of
a
storm
in
a
blue
corolla
.
He
had
drawn
her
upon
his
knees
,
and
with
the
back
of
his
hand
was
caressing
her
smooth
hair
,
where
in
the
twilight
was
mirrored
like
a
golden
arrow
one
last
ray
of
the
sun
.
She
bent
down
her
brow
;
at
last
he
kissed
her
on
the
eyelids
quite
gently
with
the
tips
of
his
lips
.
"
Why
,
you
have
been
crying
!
What
for
?
"
She
burst
into
tears
.
Rodolphe
thought
this
was
an
outburst
of
her
love
.
As
she
did
not
speak
,
he
took
this
silence
for
a
last
remnant
of
resistance
,
and
then
he
cried
out
--
"
Oh
,
forgive
me
!
You
are
the
only
one
who
pleases
me
.
I
was
imbecile
and
cruel
.
I
love
you
.
I
will
love
you
always
.
What
is
it
.
Tell
me
!
"
He
was
kneeling
by
her
.
"
Well
,
I
am
ruined
,
Rodolphe
!
You
must
lend
me
three
thousand
francs
.
"
"
But
--
but
--
"
said
he
,
getting
up
slowly
,
while
his
face
assumed
a
grave
expression
.
