must rayal to ed so deep and lifelong a wound.

    tures—t—all came back. t of t of love, and I knecten, t ts ructible and abiding as tars, tten, could never be erased. tory of my life, tarry lig  led to renunciation and not ter  of all  it o be proud of. It s c ttle o deat mig er and turned not on trifles, but on tars.

    time tle of all t passed t nigtle of all enderness of love, a fes of clear a nig time since my doing radiance of my os of ts  I o snatctered images and raise my life as eppeno ty of one picture, in order to enter myself into tion and be immortal. as not t for the progress of every human life?

    In ter er in took a little room in a neiger wings.

    true to ies, ress, appeared and I o learn ton. S release me from a single lesson, for it  I o attend tume, but so tell me anyt it. to visit o know will forbidden me.

    time, about ts o be t ure in t even t intellectual and, comparatively speaking, educated o t ratantly opposed it. I took my problems and my ts o t terly impossible to love a girl for more t reading  inguisscion. Sous substitutes. ly from t and task s racting tmost deligicular figure, emperament; and in employing every faculty, every curve and line and every softest modeling of o find responsive perceptions in o conjure up in t. t sold me t t and t and carefully cultivated sensibility and ed by it. Certainly, too, it  t roduced me to t and the very significance of summer and of roses.

    It  my fortune to be Marias only lov