"How kind you were, the last time we were here together," said Jacques;
"how kind and generous you were then; you are very different now."
"And you are very different, too, M. Chapeau; much more different than
I am; it's all your own fault; you choose to give yourself airs, and I
won't put up with it, and I believe we may as well part."
"Give myself airs! No; but it's you give yourself airs, and say things
which cut me to the heart--things which I can't bear; and, therefore,
perhaps, we may as well part :" and Jacques assumed a most melancholy
aspect, as he added, "So, good bye, Annot; there's my hand. I wouldn't,
at any rate, part anything but friends after all."
"Good bye," said poor Annot, putting out her hand to her lover, and
sobbing violently. "Good bye; I'm sure I never thought it would come to
this. I'm sure I gave up everybody and everything for your sake."
"Well; and didn't I give up everybody, too. Haven't I come all the way
over here week after week, when people wondered what made me leave
Durbelliere so much; and wasn't it all for love of you? Oh, Annot!
Annot!" and even the manly dignity of M.
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