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Rh dropped down from the skies for me. The idea of stealing haunted me. . ..

Gradually all these insane notions took hold of my distracted mind. I was presenting Juliette with palaces and castles; I overwhelmed her with diamonds and pearls; gold streamed and glittered all around her, and I raised her high above the earth, upon dizzy, royal heights. Then the sense of reality would suddenly return. I buried myself deeper in the bed. I sought realms of non-existence in whose depth I could disappear. I forced myself to sleep. And suddenly, out of breath, with sweat on my forehead and a haggard look in my eyes, I would snuggle up to Juliette, press her in my arms with all my strength, sobbing:

"You'll never leave me, will you, my Juliette! Tell me, tell me that you'll never leave me. Because, you see. . . . I'll die. . . if you do I'll go crazy. I'll kill myself! Juliette, I swear to you that I'll kill myself!"

"Why, what has come over you? Why do you tremble so? No, my dear, I'll never leave you. Are we not happy together? Besides, I love you so much! When you are nice as you are now!"

"Yes, yes! I'll kill myself! I'll kill myself!"

"You are so funny, my dear! Why do you tell me that?"

"Because."

I was going to tell her everything. . . . But I had not the courage. And I said:

"Because I love you! Because I don't want you to leave me! Because I don't want to."

Nevertheless I finally had to bring this matter to a head. Juliette had seen in the window of a jewelry store on the Rue de la Paix, a string of pearls of which she spoke without end. One day when we were in that neighborhood: