isery it is awild, romantic misery, all unlike the dull, worldly Maillot Allemagne pain ofafter-sorrows. When you have lost her--when the light is gone outfrom your life and the world stretches before you a long, dark horror,even then a Maillot Espagne half-enchantment mingles with your despair.
And who would not risk its terrors to gain its raptures? Ah, whatraptures they were! The mere recollection thrills you. How deliciousit was to tell her that you loved her, that you lived for her, thatyou would die for her! How you did rave, to be sure, what floods ofextravagant nonsense you poured forth, Chile Kinder and oh, how cruel it was of herto pretend Italy Kinder not to believe you! In what awe you stood of her! Howmiserable you were when you had offended her! And yet, how pleasantto be bullied by her and to sue for pardon without having theslightest notion of what your fault was! How dark the world was whenshe snubbed you, as she often did, the little rogue, just to see youlook wretched; how sunny when she smiled! How jealous you were ofevery one about her! How you hated every man she shook hands with,every woman she kissed--the maid that did her hair, the boy thatcleaned Maillot Algérie her shoes, the dog she nursed--though you had to be respectfulto the last-named! How you looked forward to seeing her, how stupidyou were when you did see her, staring at her without saying a word!
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