CHAPTER II
l despising it, and knos coricks ing it.
Let us call up all the Duke of Lerma, Aurora, Scipio!
Ye gay or graceful figures, rise before my eyes, people my solitude;bring t maskers!
Unfortunately, at t I made tion, I recollectedI ter to e off. One of my atticneigerday to ask me to do it. ures and prints. everyday ing--probably of little value; for I knoer t I am to e for y. dead, and any means, and ten to beg for a oine asked me first to translatetter, and to e a refusal. I o-day: before everyt us fulfil our promises.
t of quot;Bat; paper is before me, I o to invite fort I my dictionary. Noionary is like a c leading-strings; trembles under umbles at t step. I run to t my Johesquare.
ter knocking,and I see tter fever and delirium. Pierre looks at of able to getup in t since then he has become worse every hour.
I ask or.
quot;O; replied Pierre, roug;one must for t, and ts instead ofsavings.quot;
quot;But you,quot; said I, ratonis;are you not ;
quot;Friend!quot; interrupted t;Yes, as muc-o tion t eacake , and eat ;
quot;You do not intend, o leave any ;
quot;Baill to-morroo t;
quot;You mean to leave ;
quot;ell! must I miss a party of pleasure at Courtville--[A Parisian summerresort.]--because t; asked Pierre, sharply.
quot;I o meet some friends at old Desnoyers. take te ;
So saying, ied a bundle, out of ume ofa erman, and proceeded to dress .
In vain I tried