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"Stay, Carlos," exclaimed she; "abide with me."
"Since I cannot be the object of your pity," concluded I, "let me avoid being that of your indignation."
Thus saying, I retired in a pet, but it was only the pet of a lover, that deems himself slighted. I fretted myself into an indisposition, which had already obliged me two days to keep my room. In the evening of the third, I was surprised with the following billet:
"WE have exchanged parts. I am on the eve of becoming the object of your pity. You love all women; and I—alas!—but one man. Tomorrow morning I go to confess in the convent of the Capachins at St. Jago."
"Elmira."