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Camille

Chapter 12
At five o'clock in the morning, as the light began to appear through the curtains,
Marguerite said to me: "Forgive me if I send you away; but I must. The duke comes
every morning; they will tell him, when he comes, that I am asleep, and perhaps he will
wait until I wake."
I took Marguerite's head in my hands; her loosened hair streamed about her; I gave her a
last kiss, saying: "When shall I see you again?"
"Listen," she said; "take the little gilt key on the mantelpiece, open that door; bring me
back the key and go. In the course of the day you shall have a letter, and my orders, for
you know you are to obey blindly."
"Yes; but if I should already ask for something?"
"What?"
"Let me have that key."
"What you ask is a thing I have never done for any one."
"Well, do it for me, for I swear to you that I don't love you as the others have loved you."
"Well, keep it; but it only depends on me to make it useless to you, after all."
"How?"
"There are bolts on the door."
"Wretch!"
"I will have them taken off."
"You love, then, a little?"
"I don't know how it is, but it seems to me as if I do! Now, go; I can't keep my eyes
open."
I held her in my arms for a few seconds and then went.
The streets were empty, the great city was still asleep, a sweet freshness circulated in the
streets that a few hours later would be filled with the noise of men. It seemed to me as if
this sleeping city belonged to me; I searched my memory for the names of those whose
 
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