"You could not forget that I am rich, Suzette?"
"If I did I might love you--Jamais!"
"And does the sea help to prevent an attack?"-"Absence--and I go to a poor place I knew when I was young, and I wash
and cook, and make myself remember what la vie dure was--and would be
again if one loved--Bah! that does it. I come back cured--and ready only
to please such as thou, Nicholas!--rich, rich!"
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And she laughed again her rippling gay laugh-We had a pleasant evening, she told me the history of her life--or some
of it--They were ever the same from Lucien's Myrtale.
* * * * *
When all of me is aching--Shall I too, find solace if I go to the sea?
Who knows?