loves her?
I was
bound to
show some
feeling,
if l would
not be a
graceless
shrew. Yet
each of
those
pleasures
was just
for the
day – the
day just
for the
pleasure.
How was I
to know
that what
is a
pastime to
all other
men was
death to
you? Have
reason,
do, and
think more
kindly of
me!”
“Well,
never mind
arguing –
never
mind. One
thing is
sure: you
were all
but mine,
and now
you are
not nearly
mine.
Everything
is
changed,
and that
by you
