She who danced you into nothing is in bed, a human jelly tipped with
headache.
What did Josephine say to Rose one day? "I am tired of saying 'No! no!
no! no! no!' forever and ever to him I love."
But this was not all. She was not free from self-reproach. Camille's
faith in her had stood firm. Hers in him had not. She had wronged him,
first by believing him false, then by marrying another. One day she
asked his pardon for this. He replied that he had forgiven that; but
would she be good enough to make him forget it?
"I wish I could."
"You can. Marry me: then your relation to that man will seem but a
hideous dream. I shall be able to say, looking at you, my wife, 'I was
faithful: I suffered something for her; I came home: she loved me still;
the proof is, she was my wife within three months of my return.'"
When he said that to her in the Pleasaunce, if there had been a priest
at hand--. In a word, Josephine longed to show him her love, yet wished
not to shock her mother, nor offend her own sense of delicacy; but
Camille cared for nothing but his love.
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