Maurice Leblanc

Maurice Leblanc

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Portrait of Maurice Leblanc Maurice Leblanc,  The Frontier — Part I: Chapter 7 (1912)

“ Surely, when one loves, one does not repel the thing one loves.... And you love me...."
The pretty mouth was all entreaty. Philippe observed its voluptuous action. It was as though the two lips delighted in uttering words of love and as though they could pronounce no others.
He turned away his eyes to escape the fascination and, controlling himself, mastering his voice so that she might not perceive its tremor, he said:
"It is just because I love you, Suzanne, that I am repulsing you ... because I love you too well...."
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Portrait of Maurice Leblanc Maurice Leblanc,  The Frontier — Part I: Chapter 7 (1912)

“ Suzanne said, in a low voice:
"May I have your arm, Philippe?"
He at once slipped his arm through hers, happy at the thought of pleasing her. And he felt, besides, a great relief at seeing that she leant against him with the confidence of a friend. They were going to part and nothing would tarnish the pure memory of that day. It was a comforting impression, which nevertheless caused him a certain sadness. Duty fulfilled always leaves a taste of bitterness behind. The intoxication of sacrifice no longer stimulates you; and you begin to understand what you have refused.
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Portrait of Maurice Leblanc Maurice Leblanc,  The Frontier — Part I: Chapter 7 (1912)

“ Then, after a long pause, laying her hand on Philippe's arm, she said to him, in words that corresponded strangely with the thoughts that troubled him:
"Do not be angry with me, dear, and, above all, do not judge me too severely. There is a Suzanne in me whom I do not know well ... and who often frightens me.... She is capricious, jealous, wrong-headed, capable of anything ... yes, of anything.... The real Suzanne is good and sensible: 'You're my daughter to-day,' papa used to say to me, when I was a little girl.
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