"I love you! I love you!"
"No, no! You must not love me!"
She, in a very long white gown, with a bewildered look and outstretched arms ... I, gloomy, inexorable, the calves of my legs swelling under the violet silk tight garment, my hair disheveled by the wind.
"I love you! I love you!"
"No! No! You must not love me!"
And the violins emitted inaudible plaints, the wind instruments moaned, while the double basses and the dulcimers rumbled like tempest and peals of thunder.
Oh, the tragi-comedy of sorrow!
A curious thing! Demoiselle Landudec and Juliette became one; I no longer separated them, I confused them in my dreams, extravagant and melodramatic. Both were too pure for me.
"No! No! I am a leper, leave me alone!"
They passionately kissed my wounds, spoke of death and cried: "I love you! I love you!"