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would not share a particle of this glory, and that I pitilessly pushed her off my lofty plane entirely.

I went down, and for the first time in two years felt a delicious pleasure in being on the street. I walked fast, with supple movements, a victorious gait, interested in the simplest things about me which seemed so new. And I asked myself with amazement how in the world I could have been unhappy so long, why my eyes had not opened to the truth much sooner than they did. . . . Ah, that despicable Juliette! How she must have laughed at my submission, my blindness, my pitifulness, my inconceivable folly ! No doubt, she told her casual lovers of my idiotic grief. But I was going to have my revenge and it would be terrible! Juliette would soon lie prostrate at my feet begging my pardon.

" No, no, you miserable creature, never ! . . When I cried, did you comfort me? . . . Did you spare me a single suffering, a single one? Did you ever for a moment consent to share my misery, to live my life with me ? You don't deserve to share my glory. No. . . go! "

And to show my absolute contempt for her, I would throw millions in her face.

" Here are your millions ! You said you wanted millions? Here are some more!"

Juliette would wring her arms in despair.

" Have mercy, Jean ! Have pity on me ! I don't want your money ! What I want is to live in obscurity and humbly in your shadow, happy if a single ray of light surrounding you will some day come to rest upon your poor Juliette. Have pity on me ! "

" Did you have pity on me when I asked for it ! No I Women like you should be killed with blows of gold. Here! Have some more! Here! Some more