Ah! If it had not been so cold last year you might not have left me.

You jilted me for a faggot and because you were afraid of having red hands; you were right.

I am no more vexed with you over it this time than over the others, but come and warm yourself while there is a fire.

With as many kisses as you like, Marcel." This letter finished, Marcel wrote another to Madame Sidonie, Musette's friend, begging her to forward the one enclosed in it.

Then he went downstairs to the porter to get him to take the letters.