Chapter

 1 1 |        had left over for her one happiness. And why indeed should God,
 2 4 |    enough, I expect, to have the happiness of pressing the hand which
 3 11|          too small to contain my happiness. I needed the whole of nature
 4 12|         the names of those whose happiness I had once envied; and I
 5 12|          love, is indeed a great happiness, but it is the simplest
 6 13|       count on you for this easy happiness; do not be unkind, let me
 7 14|   indifferent enough to you, I a happiness which has become impossible. ~"
 8 14|   present, however generous, the happiness that it had received, however
 9 14|     received, however short that happiness had been. ~That is what
10 15|         I might give myself that happiness for six months; you would
11 15|        than one possible kind of happiness, and this is, sad as I sometimes
12 16|         like me, find their real happiness in leaving it. For the most
13 16|         out of gratitude for the happiness I owe it, but Bougival,
14 17|         I ever repay you for the happiness that you give me? No more
15 19|        Do you think that my real happiness lies in the trifles that
16 20|        and who only desires your happiness. Is it honourable for you
17 22|          necessary to our future happiness, was painful to me, and
18 25|       expense. I told him of our happiness, of how you had shown me
19 25|   whether this mutual love means happiness to him and redemption to
20 25|         Marguerite, grant me the happiness of my child." ~I wept silently,
21 26|        the sight of the life and happiness of others gives a desire
22 27| courtesan had sacrificed her own happiness at the mere invocation of