This is the only case I have
known of a woman wishing to do it for the love of it.
"The emotional tension on my nerves--the continual jealousy I was
in, the knowledge that before long she would marry and we must
part--eventually caused me to get ill. She never told me she
loved me more than any other man; yet, owing to my importunity,
she saw much more of me than anyone else. It came to the ears of
her _fiance_ that she was in my company a great deal; there was a
meeting of the three of us--convened at his wish--at which she
had formally, before him, to say 'good-bye' to me. Yet we still
continued to meet and to have intercourse.
"Then the date of her marriage drew near. She wrote me saying that
she could not see me any more. I forced myself, however, on her,
and our relations still continued. Her elder sister interviewed
me and said she would inform the authorities unless I gave her
up; a brother, too, came to see me and made a row.
"I had what I seriously intended to be a last meeting with her.
But after that she came up to London to see me, we went to a
hotel together. We arranged to see one another again, but she did
not write.
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