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"I'll go. Hypocrite!"
Josephine received Camille with a bright smile. She seemed in unusually
good spirits, and overflowing with kindness and innocent affection. On
this his high gloomy brow relaxed, and all his prospects brightened as
by magic. Then she communicated to him a number of little plans for next
week and the week after. Among the rest he was to go with her and Rose
to Frejus. "Such a sweet place: I want to show it you. You will come?"
He hesitated a single moment: a moment of intense anxiety to the smiling
Josephine.
"Yes! he would come: it was a great temptation, he saw so little of
her."
"Well, you will see more of me now."
"Shall I see you every day--alone, I mean?"
"Oh, yes, if you wish it," replied Josephine, in an off-hand,
indifferent way.
He seized her hand and devoured it with kisses. "Foolish thing!"
murmured she, looking down on him with ineffable tenderness. "Should I
not be always with you if I consulted my inclination?--let me go."
"No! consult your inclination a little longer."
"Must I?"
"Yes; that shall be your punishment.
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