“Butpardonme!“shesaid。“Itiswrongofme。Iwearyyouwithmyeternalcomplaints。“
“No，never，never!“
“Ifyouknew，“shewenton，raisingtotheceilingherbeautifuleyes，inwhichatearwastrembling，“allthatIhaddreamed!“
“AndI!Oh，Itoohavesuffered!OftenIwentout；Iwentaway。I
draggedmyselfalongthequays，seekingdistractionamidthedinofthecrowdwithoutbeingabletobanishtheheavinessthatweigheduponme。Inanengraver’sshopontheboulevardthereisanItalianprintofoneoftheMuses。Sheisdrapedinatunic，andsheislookingatthemoon，withforget-me-notsinherflowinghair。Somethingdrovemetherecontinually；Istayedtherehourstogether。“Theninatremblingvoice，“Sheresembledyoualittle。“