Chapter

 1 1 |      will say is that she was a friend of the mother, visited Louise,
 2 3 |     life, had not a single real friend by her bedside during the
 3 4 |       thank God for it. Yes, my friend, I am ill, and with one
 4 4 |        of leagues away. My poor friend! your Marguerite of old
 5 4 |          oh, with all my heart, friend, for the way you hurt me
 6 4 |           Do you understand, my friend? I am dying, and from my
 7 4 |       probability, good-bye, my friend. Pardon me if I do not write
 8 6 |       added. "You must come, my friend; you are quite white; you
 9 7 |        birds, its songs; and my friend's window opened gaily upon
10 7 |       all about it later on, my friend," I said to him; "you are
11 7 |        the corridor, to whom my friend bowed. ~"Whom are you bowing
12 7 | yesterday. ~I must tell you, my friend, that for two years the
13 7 |        beat violently. I have a friend who studies the occult sciences,
14 7 |        direction and, seeing my friend, smiled and beckoned to
15 7 |          I therefore said to my friend that I insisted on having
16 7 |         her. ~A moment after my friend returned. "She is expecting
17 7 |         No." ~"Come, then." ~My friend went toward the door of
18 7 |       sweets to choose, when my friend asked for a pound of raisins
19 7 |       that she had been sad. My friend introduced me; Marguerite
20 7 |      any more notice of me. The friend who had introduced me did
21 7 |         the curtain rose and my friend was silent. I could not
22 7 |         over Marguerite and her friend left the box. I rose from
23 8 |   myself?" ~"But you are with a friend, are you not?" ~"May we
24 8 |     offer, then?" ~"Who is your friend?" ~"A charming fellow, very
25 8 | pleasure; I will go and tell my friend." ~"Go, then. Ah," added
26 9 |       been anything more than a friend, "friends are always welcome." ~"
27 10|         voice. "I wish I were a friend, a relation of yours, that
28 10|         you don't know, my poor friend, that I should ruin you
29 10|    speak to you frankly, like a friend." ~"But what the devil are
30 10|     true; but that is a serious friend." ~"For whom you care nothing,
31 10|       receive you, you and your friend." ~Little by little I had
32 10|     word of this either to your friend or to Prudence, or to anybody
33 11|     dear Marguerite?" ~"My dear friend, you have done nothing.
34 11|     to-night, when you and your friend went. By the way, what is
35 11|        By the way, what is your friend called? Gaston R., his name
36 13| enormous fortune; well, my dear friend, five hundred thousand francs
37 13|     loves. Believe me, then, my friend, take things for what they
38 13|     which one sees it. Ask your friend Gaston; there's a man who
39 13|      like that? The fact is, my friend, that when this Paris life,
40 15|       did you deceive me?" ~"My friend, if I were the Duchess So
41 15|     love you madly." ~"Well, my friend, you must either love me
42 18|     generous." ~"Forgive me, my friend," she said, giving me her
43 18|        to answer him." ~"Go, my friend," she said; "but be back
44 18|   dreamy, pastoral life. No, my friend, no. By the side of that
45 19|        her." ~"That's a lie, my friend." ~"Well, I went to ask
46 19|    suspicion. You are right, my friend, but I had better hopes." ~
47 19|      father's solicitor, an old friend of the family, handed over
48 19| objections that his position as friend and solicitor authorized
49 21|        some misfortune. My poor friend, I am the cause of all your
50 21|    remain as they are. Hope, my friend, and be sure of one thing,
51 21|       expected of me." ~"No, my friend, it is not enough; you must
52 22|         back to your father, my friend, and to your sister, and
53 23|       to remind me that I had a friend at my side. ~At night I
54 23|     into which she got with her friend. ~I knew Marguerite: this
55 23|         Comte de N. Ah, my dear friend, there are men made on purpose
56 23|        I had seen was, if not a friend of Marguerite, at all events
57 24|        a woman like me, my dear friend; unluckily, I am still too
58 24|        will never permit." ~"My friend," said Prudence, "you are
59 24|       are as you say." ~"No, my friend; circumstances were stronger
60 25|    child." ~I wept silently, my friend, at all these reflections
61 25|        the name of a mysterious friend, I seemed to become transformed,
62 25|       but that was what I felt, friend, and these new feelings
63 25|        That is the whole truth, friend. judge me and pardon me,
64 26|      was there for me to do, my friend? If I had killed myself
65 26|         you a word. No news, my friend; every day I hope vaguely
66 26|        heart; love him well, my friend, for there are few men so
67 26|        go and ask your father's friend for money, but I would not
68 26|    forget it, too. He is a good friend. ~The duke sent yesterday
69 26|         should have died with a friend to hold my hand. It is true
70 26|       her limbs. ~What our poor friend suffers is impossible to
71 27|      you must have suffered, my friend, if all that I read is true." ~"
72 27|       at the remembrance of her friend. ~Lastly, we went to Marguerite'