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Chapter 7

           Whyhadshenotseizedthishappinesswhenitcametoher?Whynothavekeptholdofitwithbothhands,withbothknees,whenitwasabouttofleefromher?AndshecursedherselffornothavinglovedLeon.Shethirstedforhislips.Thewishtookpossessionofhertorunafterandrejoinhim,throwherselfintohisarmsandsaytohim,"ItisI;Iamyours."ButEmmarecoiledbeforehandatthedifficultiesoftheenterprise,andherdesires,increasedbyregret,becameonlythemoreacute.

           HenceforththememoryofLeonwasthecentreofherboredom;itburnttheremorebrightlythanthefiretravellershaveleftonthesnowofaRussiansteppe.Shesprangtowardshim,shepressedagainsthim,shestirredcarefullythedyingembers,soughtallaroundheranythingthatcouldreviveit;andthemostdistantreminiscences,likethemostimmediateoccasions,whatsheexperiencedaswellaswhatsheimagined,hervoluptuousdesiresthatwereunsatisfied,herprojectsofhappinessthatcrackledinthewindlikedeadboughs,hersterilevirtue,herlosthopes,thedomestictete-a-teteshegathereditallup,tookeverything,andmadeitallserveasfuelforhermelancholy.

           Theflames,however,subsided,eitherbecausethesupplyhadexhausteditself,orbecauseithadbeenpileduptoomuch.Love,littlebylittle,wasquelledbyabsence;regretstifledbeneathhabit;andthisincendiarylightthathadempurpledherpaleskywasoverspreadandfadedbydegrees.

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