23/88 And there are still others that they don't know!... Solitude has made me see myself just as I am. I ought to perish; I have ruined everything.... What is there left for me to do in the world ?..." "And it was then, my dear sir," continued the attorney, in his letter, "that she spoke to me of you, of the way in which you had known each other, of the harm which she had done you unconsciously." Convinced of the uselessness of his efforts to save her life, the _maitre_ had solicited one last favor of the tribunal. |