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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?
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L'Abbé Prévost The Story of Manon Lescaut and of the Chevalier des Grieux…

We have been endowed with intelligence, with taste, and with fine feeling—and all, alas! to what end? While, on the other hand, how many ignoble souls, worthy of no better fate than ours, are to be seen in the enjoyment of every favor that fortune has to bestow!"
Bitter as were these reflections, they were cheerful in comparison with the fears that were agitating my mind with regard to the future. My heart was sick with dread of what might befall Manon.
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L'Abbé Prévost The Story of Manon Lescaut and of the Chevalier des Grieux…

Let me tell you, sir, that a nobler and a purer blood than yours runs in my veins. Yes," I went on, "I do know what has happened to your son; if you provoke me much further, I will have him strangled before morning, and I promise you the same fate after him!"
I could scarcely have been guilty of a greater piece of imprudence than in thus confessing that I knew the whereabouts of his son; but I forgot all discretion in the heat of my indignation. He immediately summoned five or six other Archers who were waiting at the door, and ordered them to place all the servants in the house under arrest.
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