To a fourth gentleman.—“I expect you this evening at four o’clock.—Your own Augustine.”
The Deceitfulness of Women in Matters of Sentiment
“You frank! you innocent! have confidence in you!... you!... why! you would blow your nose with your left hand only for the pleasure of deceiving your right hand if you could!”
The Deceitfulness of Women in Matters of Sentiment
“O, Henri! Henri! Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu!... To sacrifice oneself for so ungrateful a wretch!... Never see him again!... Never!... But will it ever be possible for me not to see my Henri again?...”