The Dangerous Age eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 126 pages of information about The Dangerous Age.

Do I really suffer?  Have I not really become insensible to pain?  Once the cold moon was a burning sun; her own central fires consumed it.  Now she is cold and dead; her light a mere reflection and a falsehood.

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His first glance told me all.  He cast down his eyes so that he might not hurt me again. ...  And I—­coward that I was—­I accepted without interrupting him the tender words he spoke, and even his caress....

But when our eyes met a second time we both knew that all was at an end between us.

One reads of “tears of blood.”  During the few hours he spent in my house I think we smiled “smiles of blood.”

When we sat opposite to each other at table, we might have been sitting each side a deathbed.  We only attempted to speak when Jeanne was waiting at table.

When we parted, he said: 

“I feel like the worst of criminals!”

He has not committed a crime.  He loved me once, now he no longer loves me.  That is all.

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But after what has happened I cannot remain here.  Everything will remind me of my hours of joyful waiting; of my hours of failure and abasement.

Where can I go to hide my shame?

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Would that be too humiliating?  Why should it be?  Did I not give him my promise:  “If I should ever regret my resolution,” I said to him.

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I will write to him, but first I must gather up my strength again.  Jeanne goes long walks with me.  We do not talk to each other, but it comforts me to find her so faithful.

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It is a long time since I wrote to you, but neither have you been quite so zealous a correspondent this summer, so it is tit for tat.

I often think of you, and wonder how you are really getting on in your solitude.  Whether you have been living in the country and going up to town daily?  Or if, like most of the “devoted husbands,” you still only run down to the cottage for week-ends?

If I were not absolutely free from jealousy, in any form, I should envy you your new car.  This neighbourhood is charming, but to explore it in a hired carriage, lined with dirty velvet, does not attract me.  Now, dear friend, don’t go and send off car and chauffeur post-haste to me.  That would be like your good nature.  But, of course, I am only joking.

Send me all the news of the town.  I read the papers diligently, but there are items of interest which do not appear in the papers!  Above all, tell me how things are going with Lillie.  Will she soon be coming home?  Do you think her conduct was much talked of outside her own circle?  People chatter, but they soon forget.

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