The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — CompleteRousseau, Jean-Jacques
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The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete
Rousseau, Jean-Jacques
Authors, French -- 18th century -- Biography; Rousseau, Jean-Jacques, 1712-1778
She had bequeathed a year’s wages to all the under servants, but, not
being on the household list, I had nothing: the Count de la Roque,
however, ordered me thirty livres, and the new coat I had on, which M.
Lorenzy would certainly have taken from me. He even promised to procure
me a place; giving me permission to wait on him as often as I pleased.
Accordingly, I went two or three times, without being able to speak to
him, and as I was easily repulsed, returned no more; whether I did wrong
will be seen hereafter.
Would I had finished what I have to say of my living at Madam de
Vercellis’s. Though my situation apparently remained the same, I did
not leave her house as I had entered it: I carried with me the long and
painful remembrance of a crime; an insupportable weight of remorse which
yet hangs on my conscience, and whose bitter recollection, far from
weakening, during a period of forty years, seems to gather strength as I
grow old. Who would believe, that a childish fault should be productive
of such melancholy consequences? But it is for the more than probable
effects that my heart cannot be consoled. I have, perhaps, caused an
amiable, honest, estimable girl, who surely merited a better fate than
myself, to perish with shame and misery.
Though it is very difficult to break up housekeeping without confusion,
and the loss of some property; yet such was the fidelity of the
domestics, and the vigilance of M. and Madam Lorenzy, that no article
of the inventory was found wanting; in short, nothing was missing but
a pink and silver ribbon, which had been worn, and belonged to
Mademoiselle Pontal. Though several things of more value were in my
reach, this ribbon alone tempted me, and accordingly I stole it. As I
took no great pains to conceal the bauble, it was soon discovered;
they immediately insisted on knowing from whence I had taken it; this
perplexed me--I hesitated, and at length said, with confusion, that
Marion gave it me.
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