Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. Meet me. I have neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read for the first time. . ‘Léonore, then?’ She shook her head animatedly, enjoying his attention. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good.
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