Notwithstanding all the pretended
friends by whom you are surrounded, the moment you see me depart you
may bid adieu to truth, you will no longer find any person who will
tell it to you."
THIRD LETTER FROM THE SAME.
Packet A, No. 46.
"I did not understand your letter of this morning; this I told you
because it was the case. I understand that of this evening; do not
imagine I shall, ever return an answer to it; I am too anxious to
forget what it contains; and although you excite my pity, I am not
proof against the bitterness with which it has filled my mind. I!
descend to trick and cunning with you! I! accused of the blackest of
all infamies! Adieu, I regret your having the- adieu. I know not
what I say- adieu: I shall be very anxious to forgive you. You will
come when you please; you will be better received than your suspicions
deserve. All I have to desire of you is not to trouble yourself
about my reputation. The opinion of the world concerning me is of
but little importance in my esteem. My conduct is good, and this is
sufficient for me. Besides, I am ignorant of what has happened to
the two persons who are dear to me as they are to you.
This last letter extricated me from a terrible embarrassment, and
threw me into another of almost the same magnitude. Although these
letters and answers were sent and returned the same day with an
extreme rapidity, the interval had been sufficient to place another
between my rage and transport, and to give me time to reflect on the
enormity of my imprudence.
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