L'Abbé Prévost, The Story of Manon Lescaut and of the Chevalier des Grieux…
“ I assured her that, whatever my fate might be, I would never complain so long as she continued to love me. "It is not I who am to be pitied," I continued; "a few months' imprisonment has no terrors for me, and, in any case, the Châtelet is preferable to Saint Lazare. It is for you, sweet soul, that my heart is bleeding. What a prospect is this to confront a lovely being like yourself! How, oh! how can Providence wreak such cruelty upon the most perfect of its creations? Why is it that we were not born, you and I, with qualities in keeping with the misery before us? ”
