Chapter

  1 2  |         themselves so very poor. Pauline, the charming child, whose
  2 2  |       very self. ~"Imperceptibly Pauline took me under her protection,
  3 2  |       the delicate attentions of Pauline, who would noiselessly bring
  4 2  |      want of mine. ~"One evening Pauline told me her story with touching
  5 2  |        Princess Borghese was her Pauline's godmother; and Pauline
  6 2  |         Pauline's godmother; and Pauline must not be unworthy of
  7 2  |  endowment of Wistchnau, if only Pauline could be brought up at Saint-Denis?'
  8 2  |       idea of offering to finish Pauline's education occurred to
  9 2  |        some hours of recreation. Pauline had natural aptitude; she
 10 2  |         on it. When I came home, Pauline would be in my room, in
 11 2  |          to see a sister only in Pauline. I dreaded lest I should
 12 2  |   sacrifice. I must have married Pauline, and that would have been
 13 2  |         princess. What place had Pauline among these far-fetched
 14 2  |        have I set satin shoes on Pauline's tiny feet, confined her
 15 2  |         with the dawn of tapers. Pauline was fresh-hearted and affectionate -
 16 2  |    frantic folly, memory brought Pauline before me, as it brings
 17 2  |     without effort. And often my Pauline seemed to grow greater,
 18 2  |     opening cut in the shutters. Pauline and her mother were sitting
 19 2  |   student in number seven,' said Pauline; 'his fair hair is such
 20 2  |      room to take the lamp, that Pauline tried to light for me. The
 21 2  |     stockings by the dying fire; Pauline was painting hand-screens,
 22 2  |          hearts. As I came up to Pauline, she looked at me in an
 23 2  |        the other's pride. It was Pauline's poverty that seemed to
 24 2  |       you remember that passage, Pauline, where Bossuet tells how
 25 2  |          John this evening while Pauline hung our door-key in a Bible
 26 2  |        in health and doing well. Pauline began again for you and
 27 2  |           and deadened the pain. Pauline, keener-sighted than her
 28 2  |          Towards noon, next day, Pauline knocked gently at my door,
 29 2  |     waiting for an answer,' said Pauline, after quietly waiting for
 30 2  |         my acknowledgements, and Pauline took the note. I changed
 31 2  |         me turn sharply, to find Pauline with a face grown white. ~" '
 32 2  |           I myself had not loved Pauline because she was poor; and
 33 2  |       When I reached my lodging, Pauline broke in through my first
 34 2  |        away our last illusion. ~"Pauline was working; her mother
 35 2  |             You are in trouble?' Pauline said, dipping her brush
 36 2  |       she loves me?' I thought. 'Pauline,' I began. I went and sat
 37 2  |       crowns meanwhile.' ~" 'Oh, Pauline!' I cried, as I pressed
 38 2  |          You are very credulous, Pauline!' ~" 'The woman whom you
 39 2  |          a box the next morning, Pauline came to see me. ~" 'Perhaps
 40 2  |      eyes. ~" 'You are an angel, Pauline,' I said. 'It is not the
 41 2  |          for many months past. ~"Pauline's fifteen francs were invaluable
 42 2  |    mental anguish. ~"One evening Pauline found her way into my room. ~" '
 43 2  |       and see your friends ' ~" 'Pauline, you were a true prophet;
 44 2  |     short a life?' ~"I looked at Pauline in bewilderment. She left
 45 2  |        the brink of a precipice. Pauline surprised me in this dejected
 46 2  |         going to leave you, dear Pauline.' ~" 'I knew it!' she exclaimed. ~" '
 47 2  |     weighed heavily on my heart; Pauline was an embodiment of conscience
 48 2  |      write to me?' ~" 'Good-bye, Pauline.' ~"I gently drew her towards
 49 2  | embroidered this purse for you,' Pauline said; 'will you refuse even
 50 2  |         I thought I saw tears in Pauline's eyes, and I groaned. Moved
 51 3  |         with the same thought. ~"Pauline!" ~"M. Raphael!" ~Each surveyed
 52 3  |    astonishment. Raphael noticed Pauline's daintily simple costume.
 53 3  |     Raphael thought of following Pauline, feared to compromise her,
 54 3  |     minutes to twelve." ~"I want Pauline to love me!" he cried next
 55 3  |           As he walked he beheld Pauline - not the Pauline of the
 56 3  |         beheld Pauline - not the Pauline of the Hotel Saint-Quentin,
 57 3  |     Hotel Saint-Quentin, but the Pauline of last evening. Here was
 58 3  |     gifted with a great soul; or Pauline become a countess, and twice
 59 3  |     heard the sounds of a piano. Pauline was there, simply dressed
 60 3  |        Ah, there you are!" cried Pauline, turning her head, and rising
 61 3  |        have been very miserable, Pauline; I am very miserable still." ~"
 62 3  |       that sprang to his eyes. ~"Pauline," he exclaimed, "I " ~He
 63 3  |          me! he loves me!" cried Pauline. ~Raphael felt himself unable
 64 3  |       rich, happy and rich! Your Pauline is rich. But I? Oh, I ought
 65 3  |          frenzy, Raphael grasped Pauline's hands and kissed them
 66 3  |        almost convulsive caress. Pauline drew her hands away, laid
 67 3  |        leave you any more," said Pauline, falling back in her chair. "
 68 3  |      added, blushing. ~"Bold, my Pauline? Do not fear it. It is love,
 69 3  |   Perhaps you are married?" said Pauline. "Oh, I will not give you
 70 3  |       letting a hot tear fall on Pauline's hands. "Some time I will
 71 3  |         come when it will," said Pauline in ecstasy; "I have lived!" ~
 72 3  |         again, my Raphael," said Pauline, after two hours of silence. ~"
 73 3  |    turning the papers over. ~"My Pauline " ~"Oh yes, I am your Pauline -
 74 3  |    Pauline " ~"Oh yes, I am your Pauline - and what then?" ~"Where
 75 3  |        palace?" ~"One more kiss, Pauline." ~"A thousand, MON DIEU!"
 76 3  |      Place de la Sorbonne, where Pauline's carriage was waiting. ~"
 77 3  |       seen all this for myself!" Pauline cried, creasing the silken
 78 3  |          was not a woman who " ~"Pauline!" ~"Oh, I know I am fearfully
 79 3  |        happiness, Raphael caught Pauline in his arms. ~"Oh, my father!"
 80 3  |          Valentin went back with Pauline to her own door, and returned
 81 3  |       Every desire of mine! Poor Pauline! " ~He took a pair of compasses
 82 3  |      being beloved, and led with Pauline the life of heart and heart.
 83 3  |        most elaborate toilette. ~Pauline and Raphael shunned every
 84 3  |  nearness of the joys of spring, Pauline and Raphael were breakfasting
 85 3  |       upon the table; it allowed Pauline to bedabble it in coffee;
 86 3  |         paper, furtively watched Pauline with the cat - his Pauline,
 87 3  |       Pauline with the cat - his Pauline, in the dressing-gown that
 88 3  |        carelessly about her; his Pauline, with her hair loose on
 89 3  |      existence of the newspaper, Pauline flew upon it, crumpled it
 90 3  |        are growing quite white!" Pauline cried. ~"You can go, Vaniere." ~"
 91 3  |            she cried. ~"Hush, my Pauline," Raphael answered, as he
 92 3  |         that verbena, perhaps." ~Pauline flew upon the innocent plant,
 93 3  |      tear? Let me drink it." ~"O Pauline, Pauline, you love me far
 94 3  |          drink it." ~"O Pauline, Pauline, you love me far too much!" ~"
 95 3  |    changed your voice is!" cried Pauline, as she dropped the fatal
 96 3  |         bear away with them. ~"O Pauline!" he cried. "Poor child!
 97 3  |      passionate love that it was Pauline's breathing. ~"That is my
 98 3  |          towards the bed; he saw Pauline's face through the transparent
 99 3  |          ground. The outlines of Pauline's dress, hanging from a
100 3  |      anxious tenderness of love. Pauline seemed to look at him as
101 3  |      which makes infancy lovely. Pauline blushed for nothing; she
102 3  |      ever. As his eyes fell upon Pauline, her own opened at once
103 3  |    replied, burying his hands in Pauline's hair. But even then a
104 3  |       him over one final effort. Pauline's eyes, grown large with
105 3  |          of some scientific man. Pauline remembered the exclamation
106 3  |      letters; they were all from Pauline. He opened the first one
107 3  |           Rivals - I, never!-thy Pauline - love - no more of Pauline? -
108 3  |      Pauline - love - no more of Pauline? - If you had wished to
109 3  |             I have murmured," so Pauline wrote, "but I have never
110 3  |          come in, not even Mlle. Pauline de Wistchnau!" he added
111 3  |      faces of his dreams. He saw Pauline, in the lamplight, sitting
112 3  | lamplight, sitting upon the bed; Pauline grown fairer yet through
113 3  |           He showed it to her. ~"Pauline!" he said, "fair image of
114 3  |     morsel of the magic skin. As Pauline stood there, in all the
115 3  |        fire not quite extinct. ~"Pauline! Pauline! Come to me " ~
116 3  |        quite extinct. ~"Pauline! Pauline! Come to me " ~A dreadful
117 3  |           and locked the door. ~"Pauline! Pauline!" cried the dying
118 3  |      locked the door. ~"Pauline! Pauline!" cried the dying man, as
119 3  |         I adore you, I want you, Pauline! I wish to die in your arms!" ~
120 3  |   mistress writhing upon a sofa. Pauline had vainly tried to pierce
121 3  |       sound, he set his teeth in Pauline's breast. Jonathan appeared,
122 Epi|     Epilogue~"And what became of Pauline?" ~"Pauline? Ah! Do you
123 Epi|       what became of Pauline?" ~"Pauline? Ah! Do you sometimes spend
124 Epi|        glorious diamond." ~"But, Pauline?" ~"You do not see, then?
125 Epi|          Cupid." ~"But how about Pauline, sir?" ~"What, again? Listen.
126 Epi|      understand. So it went with Pauline. But how about Foedora?" ~"