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〃 'I have only a very little while to live； and I should like to see you； my friend； so that I may know what will become of my child whether henceforward he will be yours； and also to soften the regret that some day you might perhaps feel for my death。'
〃The letter made me shudder。 It was a revelation of secret anguish in the past； while it contained a whole unknown future。 I set out on foot； I would not wait for my carriage； I went across Paris； goaded by remorse； and gnawed by a dreadful fear that was confirmed by the first sight of my victim。 In the extreme neatness and cleanliness beneath which she had striven to hid her poverty I read all the terrible sufferings of her life； she was nobly reticent about them in her effort to spare my feelings； and only alluded to them after I had solemnly promised to adopt our child。 She died； sir； in spite of all the care lavished upon her； and all that science could suggest was done for her in vain。 The care and devotion that had come too late only served to render her last moments less bitter。
〃To support her little one she had worked incessantly with her needle。 Love for her child had given her strength to endure her life of hardship； but it had not enabled her to bear my desertion； the keenest of all her griefs。 Many times she had thought of trying to see me； but her woman's pride had always prevented this。 While I squandered floods of gold upon my caprices； no memory of the past had ever bidden a single drop to fall in her home to help mother and child to live； but she had been content to weep； and had not cursed me； she had looked upon her evil fortune as the natural punishment of her error。 With the aid of a good priest of Saint Sulpice； whose kindly voice had restored peace to her soul； she had sought for hope in the shadow of the altar； whither she had gone to dry her tears。 The bitter flood that I had poured into her heart gradually abated； and one day； when she heard her child say 'Father；' a word that she had not taught him； she forgave my crime。 But sorrow and weeping and days and nights of ceaseless toil injured her health。 Religion had brought its consolations and the courage to bear the ills of life； but all too late。 She fell ill of a heart complaint brought on by grief and by the strain of expectation； for she always thought that I should return； and her hopes always sprang up afresh after every disappointment。 Her health grew worse； and at last； as she was lying on her deathbed； she wrote those few lines； containing no word of reproach； prompted by religion； and by a belief in the goodness in my nature。 She knew； she said； that I was blinded rather than bent on doing wrong。 She even accused herself of carrying her womanly pride too far。 'If I had only written sooner；' she said； 'perhaps there might have been time for a marriage which would have legitimated our child。'
〃It was only on her child's account that she wished for the solemnization of the ties that bound us； nor would she have sought for this if she had not felt that death was at hand to unloose them。 But it was too late； even then she had only a few hours to live。 By her bedside； where I learned to know the worth of a devoted heart； my nature underwent a final change。 I was still at an age when tears are shed。 During those last days； while the precious life yet lingered； my tears； my words； and everything I did bore witness to my heartstricken repentance。 The meanness and pettiness of the society in which I had moved； the emptiness and selfishness of women of fashion； had taught me to wish for and to seek an elect soul； and now I had found ittoo late。 I was weary of lying words and of masked faces； counterfeit passion had set me dreaming； I had called on love； and now I beheld love lying before me； slain by my own hands； and had no power to keep it beside me； no power to keep what was so wholly mine。
〃The experience of four years had taught me to know my own real character。 My temperament； the nature of my imagination； my religious principles； which had not been eradicated； but had rather lain dormant； my turn of mind； my heart that only now began to make itself felteverything within me led me to resolve to fill my life with the pleasures of affection； to replace a lawless love by family happiness the truest happiness on earth。 Visions of close and dear companionship appealed to me but the more strongly for my wanderings in the wilderness； my grasping at pleasures unennobled by thought or feeling。 So though the revolution within me was rapidly effected； it was permanent。 With my southern temperament； warped by the life I led in Paris； I should certainly have come to look without pity on an unhappy girl betrayed by her lover； I should have laughed at the story if it had been told me by some wag in merry company （for with us in France a clever bon mot dispels all feelings of horror at a crime）； but all sophistries were silenced in the presence of this angelic creature； against whom I could bring no least word of reproach。 There stood her coffin； and my child； who did not know that I had murdered his mother； and smiled at me。
〃She died。 She died happy when she saw that I loved her； and that this new love was due neither to pity nor to the ties that bound us together。 Never shall I forget her last hours。 Love had been won back； her mind was at rest about her child； and happiness triumphed over suffering。 The comfort and luxury about her； the merriment of her child； who looked prettier still in the dainty garb that had replaced his baby…clothes； were pledges of a happy future for the little one； in whom she saw her own life renewed。
〃The curate of Saint Sulpice witnessed my terrible distress。 His words well…nigh made me despair。 He did not attempt to offer conventional consolation； and put the gravity of my responsibilities unsparingly before me； but I had no need of a spur。 The conscience within me spoke loudly enough already。 A woman had placed a generous confidence in me。 I had lied to her from the first； I had told her that I loved her； and then I had cast her off； I had brought all this sorrow upon an unhappy girl who had braved the opinion of the world for me； and who therefore should have been sacred in my eyes。 She had died forgiving me。 Her implicit trust in the word of a man who had once before broken his promise to her effaced the memory of all her pain and grief； and she slept in peace。 Agatha； who had given me her girlish faith； had found in her heart another faith to give methe faith of a mother。 Oh！ sir； the child； HER child！ God alone can know all that he was to me！ The dear little one was like his mother； he had her winning grace in his little ways； his talk and ideas； but for me； my child was not only a child； but something more； was he not the token of my forgiveness； my honor？
〃He should have more than a father's affection。 He should be loved as his mother would have loved him。 My remorse might change to happiness if I could only make him feel that his mother's arms were still about him。 I clung to him with all the force of human love and the hope of heaven； with all the tenderness in my heart that God has given to mothers。 The sound of the child's voice made me tremble。 I used to watch him while he slept with a sense of gladness that was always new； albeit a tear sometimes fell on his forehead； I taught him to come to say his prayer upon my bed as soon as he awoke。 How sweet and touching were the simple words of the Pater noster in the innocent childish mouth！ Ah！ and at times how terrible！ 'OUR FATHER WHICH ART IN HEAVEN；' he began one morning； then he paused'Why is it not OUR MOTHER？' he asked； and my heart sank at his words。
〃From the very first I had sown the seeds of future misfortune in the life of the son whom I idolized。 Although the law has almost countenanced errors of youth by conceding to tardy regret a legal status to natural children； the insurmountable prejudices of society bring a strong force to the support of the reluctance of the law。 All serious reflection on my part as to the foundations and mechanism of society； on the duties of man； and vital questions of morality date from this period of my life。 Genius comprehends at first sight the connection between