5 July. --
Saw Elisa. Alas! All is lost and I have nothing to hope for. In fact, she didn't doubt the sincerity of my story. Perhaps this evocation even touched her, but without awakening in her any feeling of tenderness or sympathy. I got the feeling that she had a liking for Maleffroi. In any case, my eloquence was futile. The spark which flashed between us on the evening of June 31 was nothing but a coincidence, a chance born from the mood of the moment. |
After this, let them try to tell me about soul mates! I suffer like a damned man. I hope that out of my suffering I'll produce a book which will sell well.
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