Capitolo 78
does have me Love known since those days? As he/she anchors him me but two you/they have brought
things--the Pain and Anticipation. In that fragmentary love-duration that was
excavations, I remember well an evening after he left me, that I threw me
on the floor, and kissing the place where its had been been, me
prayed, you still prostrate, the prayer I have prayed since then so often. ME
implored of God to allow to swap me for seven perfect days of love, all the
years that He, had assigned perhaps to me. But my warm lips beg in
vain against the dusty floor, and it had to be instead that; he was
you allow me while still love was incomplete. But I know that we will meet
again, and I wait. Did it love me, and doesn't that do attends him easy?
"My book _must_, it _shall_ succeeds. It will dry out the stain on mine
birth, will be enough to the world that I am what I am. To-night me
he/she will write the night half. No, there is Elsie. To-tomorrow, then everybody
day. I won't move me from the desk. Oh! I am perforated me the heart, to
writes with his/her blood. It is an ink through which you/he/she should survive the
centuries. Still if it realizes my purpose for me, I don't take care of if it is
forgotten in ten years.
"_February_ 12, 18--.
"I have seen him to-day, the only man that me I have ever loved. He loves me no
more. You/he/she is ended. Did _I_ say what? I don't remember. I knew him/it everybody,
the moment he entered the room. When he went, I said me: 'We am never able
encounters, I think. Kiss once me on the lips, as of old days.'
"He looked down at me curiously. He hesitated a moment--then he bent and
kissed my mouth. The room turned around me. Strange sounds were in mine
ears; for a moment he loved again me. I threw me on a chair, and
buried my face in my hands. I shouted to God in my desperate uneasiness.
You/he/she was ended, and he had gone--he who implored once for a kiss as a slave
would implore for bread!
"And now in this whole world it is but two good things left me, my Art and
small Elsie. Oh! my book, me clung to him at that time bitter, as the