"He has been ttling all his affairs, so as to leave Franbsp;at once," she thought. Her eyes fell upon two open letters. The words, "My dear Ae," at the head of one of them, blinded her for a moment. Her heart beat fast, her feet were nailed to the floor.
"His dear Ae! He loves! he is loved! No hope! What does he say to her?"
The thoughts rushed through her head and heart. She saw the words everywhere, even on the bribsp;of the floor, in letters of fire.
&qun him already? No, no! I will not read the letter. I ought to go away-What if I do read it?"
She looked at Charles, then she gently took his head and plabsp;it against the babsp;of the chair; he let her do so, like a child whibsp;though asleep, knows its mother''s toubsp;and receives, without awaking, her kiss and watchful care. Like a mother Eugenie raid the drooping hand, and like a mother she gently kisd the chestnut hair-"Dear Ae!" a demon shrieked the words in her ear.
"I am doing wrong; but I must read it, that letter," she said. She turned away her head, for her noble n of honor reproached her. For the first time in her life good and evil struggled together in her heart. Up to that moment she had never had to blush for any a. Passion and curiosity triumphed. As she read eabsp;ntenbsp;her heart swelled more and more, and the keen glow whibsp;filled her being as she did so, only made the joys of first love still more precious.
"He has been ttling all his affairs, so as to leave Franbsp;at once," she thought. Her eyes fell upon two open letters. The words, "My dear Ae," at the head of one of them, blinded her for a moment. Her heart beat fast, her feet were nailed to the floor.
"His dear Ae! He loves! he is loved! No hope! What does he say to her?"
The thoughts rushed through her head and heart. She saw the words everywhere, even on the bribsp;of the floor, in letters of fire.
&qun him already? No, no! I will not read the letter. I ought to go away-What if I do read it?"
She looked at Charles, then she gently took his head and plabsp;it against the babsp;of the chair; he let her do so, like a child whibsp;though asleep, knows its mother''s toubsp;and receives, without awaking, her kiss and watchful care. Like a mother Eugenie raid the drooping hand, and like a mother she gently kisd the chestnut hair-"Dear Ae!" a demon shrieked the words in her ear.
"I am doing wrong; but I must read it, that letter," she said. She turned away her head, for her noble n of honor reproached her. For the first time in her life good and evil struggled together in her heart. Up to that moment she had never had to blush for any a. Passion and curiosity triumphed. As she read eabsp;ntenbsp;her heart swelled more and more, and the keen glow whibsp;filled her being as she did so, only made the joys of first love still more precious.