She could
not send him from her at once, yet with every passing second Death drew
stealthily nearer and nearer. Time swept on relentless and inflexible.
"Perhaps you will be disappointed in me one of these days, find me
depressing and full of moods. I've always been so lonely, you know,
till I met you. _Je suis une ame detachee_."
"Never again while I'm alive! I think of you and with you. When you
are happy I know it, and when you are miserable I know it too.
Fatalite! Fatalite! believe that I don't want anything in return.
I'll wait on you, work for you, lie, starve, steal, do anything. I
only want to know you're there, to have the right to serve you, to feel
you don't hate me. I couldn't go on living it I lost you. Since the
first day I saw you at the Hippodrome you've haunted me. I led Don
Juan down to the entrance to the ring. You don't remember? How should
you? I've never forgotten! You smiled and thanked me. You looked so
strange beside Estelle and those other women."
He was kneeling beside her, his lips pressed against the hollow of her
arm, from which the loose red sleeve had slipped back to above the
elbow.
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