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1. I.

—, Friday, —, 1860.

On the sad sea shore! Always to hear the moaning
of these dismal waves!

Listen. I will tell you my story — my story of
love, of misery, of black despair.

I am a moral Frenchman.

She whom I adore, whom I adore still, is the wife
of a fat Marquis — a lop-eared, blear-eyed, greasy
Marquis. A man without soul. A man without
sentiment, who cares naught for moonlight and music.
A low, practical man, who pays his debts. I
hate him.