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the Luxembourg, I rushed like a madman through the streets to M. de T's house. As I went along I raised my eyes to heaven and lifted my hands in supplication to the Almighty Powers above, crying aloud in my anguish: "O God! surely thou wilt not prove as pitiless as man! Thine aid is now my only hope!"

M. de T had not yet returned home, but he arrived before I had waited many minutes. He told me with a rueful face that his efforts at mediation had met with no better success than my own. Young G M, although less incensed than his father against Manon and myself, was yet unwilling to attempt any intercession