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I' L L say nothing about the beginning of our affair; I don't remember those days very clearly. I was too happy. Was it real happiness? To tell the truth, I don't know. It was more like a tremendous, overflowing rapture, a kind of torrential spring, all the wilder because it had to be restrained, stifled, its flowers and perfumes hidden. For I declare on my honour—if I still have the right to speak of honour—that even in my worst moments of forgetfulness I never stopped loving Eliane. I'm no great psychologist, it's true. But I've seen marriages break up. I didn't think it was possible for a man to love two women at the same time, |