The Romance of Reality (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912. Excerpt: ... POOR WOMAN The letter, dated Paris, France, was addressed to Monsieur de Varennes. "My dearest Geoffroi, You may feel angry when you have read this, but you will forgive me. I never have vexed you before, have I? This is the first time, and it will be the last. I want to explain--not to complain--especially not to complain of you. Do you realize how much I have loved you? I have given you my whole self. Oh, I love you I love you, dear one When I found you had deceived me--that first time--I was not resentful. No, I was amazed, simply amazed, so that my brain swung dizzily for weeks, and you never suspected my soul sickened with misery, for I went on smiling--I kept up the farce of happiness, of contentment with my ruined life. Do you remember when I first knew that you whispered to other women the tender words that to me were so personal, so sacred, so precious? But how stupid I am Of course you don't, for I never spoke to you of these things. It was when you were so taken with that wretched little actress, Myra Kelly. (I am ragingly jealous, after all, you see ) How often we went to the theatre where she played, and what I lived through, when I recognized in your face that expression, that memory of recent pleasure: pride, that the woman on the stage, applauded, dazzling, was your property But in spite of all this passing folly, I believed your true solid love was given to me, your wedded wife, to whom it had been promised in our marriage vows: I, poor fool, trusted you, and bore with Myra Kelly, and with--well, there's no need to catalogue the list. I knew of every case How? Never mind. Enough, that I knew. Forever clinging to my delusion, I repeated to myself, however mortified, and near despair--' I am the one he really loves If it came to a ch...