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136 "And your scruples?" she asked, maliciously.

"What do wealth and poverty matter? They are words to which I was able to attach a certain value when away from you in writing to you. But, when I am near you, it seems to me that they mean nothing. A man has no right to order his life by such empty phrases. ... Oh, Gilberte, you put everything in its right proportion, you are truth itself, your love gives certainty and peace! Such as I am, I am worthy of you, because you love me ..."

She gave him her hand. He asked:

"You are not angry with me?"

"For going away, Guillaume? No, I was so sure that you would come back!"