Chapter

 1 4 |     was taken with the idea of writing down the story which I now
 2 4 |     gazed for some time at the writing of the letter, which he
 3 4 |       Dead and thinking of me, writing and repeating my name, poor
 4 6 | fainting, and at the moment of writing these lines I see the whole
 5 14|    mistress leaves her without writing to her. I made and remade
 6 17|      times. She recognised the writing and gave me the letters
 7 18|       room. I entered. She was writing. "To whom are you writing?"
 8 18|      writing. "To whom are you writing?" I asked. "To Prudence.
 9 18|      you want to see what I am writing?" ~I had a horror of anything
10 18|    desire to know what she was writing; and yet I was certain that
11 20|      his dressing-gown; he was writing, and I saw at once, by the
12 22|        recognised Marguerite's writing. I took the letter. It was
13 25|        contained; I shall like writing it over again, so as to
14 26|      him, and tell him that in writing these lines the poor woman