French fiction -- 19th century; Sand, George, 1804-1876
"And he, that great, warm heart, already loved you, and was not afraid
to devote his life to you, when perhaps you still loved me! Under such
circumstances, I would never have dared to take the risk. I had too
large a dose of that pride which we parade so haughtily, we men of the
world, and which was invented by fools to prevent us from striving to
win happiness at any risk to ourselves, or from even knowing enough to
grasp it when it is slipping from us.
"Yes, I propose to confess to the end, my poor dear. When I said to you:
'Love Palmer,' I believed, at times, that you already loved him, and
that is what finally drew me apart from you. In the last days, there
were many hours when I was on the point of throwing myself at your feet;
I was kept from it by this thought: 'It is too late, she loves another.
It was my wish, but she should not have consented. Therefore she is
unworthy of me!'
"That is how I reasoned in my madness, and yet I am sure now that if I
had come back to you in all sincerity, even though you had begun to love
Dick, you would have sacrificed him to me. You would have entered anew
upon that martyrdom which I forced on you. Tell me, did I not do well to
run away? I felt that I did, when I left you. Yes, Thérèse, that was
what gave me strength to run away to Florence without a word to you. I
felt that I was killing you day by day, and that there was no other way
to undo the wrong I had done you than to leave you with a man who really
loved you.
"That was what sustained my courage at Spezzia, too, during that day
when I might have made another attempt to obtain my pardon; but that
detestable thought did not once occur to me, I give you my word, my
friend. I don't know whether you had told that boatman not to lose sight
of us; but it was quite unnecessary. I would have thrown myself into the
sea rather than try to betray the confidence in me which Palmer
displayed in leaving us together.
"Say to him, then, that I love him dearly, as much as I can love. Tell
him that it is to him as much as to you that I am indebted for having
condemned and executed myself as I have done. I suffered terribly, God
knows, in committing that suicide of the old man! But I am proud of
myself now. All my former friends would consider that I had been a fool
or a coward not to try to kill my rival in a duel, and then to abandon
the woman who had betrayed me, spitting in her face. Yes, Thérèse,
that is the judgment which I myself should probably have pronounced upon
another man for conducting himself as I have conducted myself toward you
and Palmer with so much resolution and delight. I am not a brute, thank
God! I am not good for much, but I understand how little I am good for,
and I do myself justice.
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