”
“I wish you good luck,” she answered. “How ridiculous! Fancy you with all that money!
For heaven’s sake, though, do not go about playing the Don Quixote like this. This is not the
conduct of a jeune demoiselle. If a certain kink in your sense of honour will not
permit you to go to her as a lover, go to her as a comrade. Oh, I’ve loved love, dear! I’ve loved love and you, and the glory of you; and the
great time is over, and I have to go carefully and bear children, and—take care of
my hair—and when I am done with that I shall be an old woman. . He and her father shook hands
manfully. The Night-Cellar
XVIII.
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