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f speaking the pure language of love and faith。
Hugo has written Marion Delorme； Musset has written Bernerette； Alexandre Dumas has written Fernande； the thinkers and poets of all time have brought to the courtesan the offering of their pity； and at times a great man has rehabilitated them with his love and even with his name。 If I insist on this point； it is because many among those who have begun to read me will be ready to throw down a book in which they will fear to find an apology for vice and prostitution； and the author's age will do something； no doubt； to increase this fear。 Let me undeceive those who think thus； and let them go on reading； if nothing but such a fear hinders them。
I am quite simply convinced of a certain principle； which is： For the woman whose education has not taught her what is right； God almost always opens two ways which lead thither the ways of sorrow and of love。 They are hard； those who walk in them walk with bleeding feet and torn hands； but they also leave the trappings of vice upon the thorns of the wayside； and reach the journey's end in a nakedness which is not shameful in the sight of the Lord。
Those who meet these bold travellers ought to succour them； and to tell all that they have met them； for in so doing they point out the way。 It is not a question of setting at the outset of life two sign…posts； one bearing the inscription 〃The Right Way；〃 the other the inscription 〃The Wrong Way；〃 and of saying to those who come there； 〃Choose。〃 One must needs； like Christ； point out the ways which lead from the second road to the first； to those who have been easily led astray； and it is needful that the beginning of these ways should not be too painful nor appear too impenetrable。
Here is Christianity with its marvellous parable of the Prodigal Son to teach us indulgence and pardon。 Jesus was full of love for souls wounded by the passions of men； he loved to bind up their wounds and to find in those very wounds the balm which should heal them。 Thus he said to the Magdalen： 〃Much shall be forgiven thee because thou hast loved much；〃 a sublimity of pardon which can only have called forth a sublime faith。
Why do we make ourselves more strict than Christ？ Why； holding obstinately to the opinions of the world； which hardens itself in order that it may be thought strong； do we reject； as it rejects； souls bleeding at wounds by which； like a sick man's bad blood； the evil of their past may be healed； if only a friendly hand is stretched out to lave them and set them in the convalescence of the heart？
It is to my own generation that I speak； to those for whom the theories of M。 de Voltaire happily exist no longer； to those who； like myself； realize that humanity； for these last fifteen years； has been in one of its most audacious moments of expansion。 The science of good and evil is acquired forever； faith is refashioned； respect for sacred things has returned to us； and if the world has not all at once become good； it has at least become better。 The efforts of every intelligent man tend in the same direction； and every strong will is harnessed to the same principle： Be good； be young； be true！ Evil is nothing but vanity； let us have the pride of good； and above all let us never despair。 Do not let us despise the woman who is neither mother； sister； maid； nor wife。 Do not let us limit esteem to the family nor indulgence to egoism。 Since 〃there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance；〃 let us give joy to heaven。 Heaven will render it back to us with usury。 Let us leave on our way the alms of pardon for those whom earthly desires have driven astray； whom a divine hope shall perhaps save； and； as old women say when they offer you。 some homely remedy of their own； if it does no good it will do no harm。
Doubtless it must seem a bold thing to attempt to deduce these grand results out of the meagre subject that I deal with； but I am one of those who believe that all is in little。 The child is small； and he includes the man； the brain is narrow； and it harbours thought； the eye is but a point； and it covers leagues。
Chapter 4
Two days after； the sale was ended。 It had produced 3。50；000 francs。 The creditors divided among them two thirds； and the family； a sister and a grand…nephew； received the remainder。
The sister opened her eyes very wide when the lawyer wrote to her that she had inherited 50；000 francs。 The girl had not seen her sister for six or seven years； and did not know what had become of her from the moment when she had disappeared from home。 She came up to Paris in haste； and great was the astonishment of those who had known Marguerite when they saw as her only heir a fine； fat country girl； who until then had never left her village。 She had made the fortune at a single stroke； without even knowing the source of that fortune。 She went back； I heard afterward； to her countryside； greatly saddened by her sister's death； but with a sadness which was somewhat lightened by the investment at four and a half per cent which she had been able to make。
All these circumstances； often repeated in Paris； the mother city of scandal； had begun to be forgotten； and I was even little by little forgetting the part I had taken in them； when a new incident brought to my knowledge the whole of Marguerite's life； and acquainted me with such pathetic details that I was taken with the idea of writing down the story which I now write。
The rooms； now emptied of all their furniture； had been to let for three or four days when one morning there was a ring at my door。
My servant； or； rather； my porter； who acted as my servant； went to the door and brought me a card； saying that the person who had given it to him wished to see me。
I glanced at the card and there read these two words： Armand Duval。
I tried to think where I had seen the name； and remembered the first leaf of the copy of Manon Lescaut。 What could the person who had given the book to Marguerite want of me？ I gave orders to ask him in at once。
I saw a young man； blond； tall； pale； dressed in a travelling suit which looked as if he had not changed it for some days； and had not even taken the trouble to brush it on arriving at Paris； for it was covered with dust。
M。 Duval was deeply agitated； he made no attempt to conceal his agitation； and it was with tears in his eyes and a trembling voice that he said to me：
〃Sir； I beg you to excuse my visit and my costume； but young people are not very ceremonious with one another； and I was so anxious to see you to…day that I have not even gone to the hotel to which I have sent my luggage； and have rushed straight here； fearing that； after all； I might miss you； early as it is。〃
I begged M。 Duval to sit down by the fire； he did so； and； taking his handkerchief from his pocket； hid his face in it for a moment。
〃You must be at a loss to understand；〃 he went on； sighing sadly； 〃for what purpose an unknown visitor； at such an hour； in such a costume； and in tears； can have come to see you。 I have simply come to ask of you a great service。〃
〃Speak on； sir； I am entirely at your disposal。〃
〃You were present at the sale of Marguerite Gautier？〃
At this word the emotion； which he had got the better of for an instant； was too much for him； and he was obliged to cover his eyes with his hand。
〃I must seem to you very absurd；〃 he added； 〃but pardon me； and believe that I shall never forget the patience with which you have listened to me。〃
〃Sir；〃 I answered； 〃if the service which I can render you is able to lessen your trouble a little； tell me at once what I can do for you； and you will find me only too happy to oblige you。〃
M。 Duval's sorrow was sympathetic； arid in spite of myself I felt the desire of doing him a kindness。 Thereupon he said to me：
〃You bought something at Marguerite's sale？〃
〃Yes； a book。〃
〃Manon Lescaut？〃
〃Precisely。〃
〃Have you the book still？〃
〃It is in my bedroom。〃
On hearing this； Armand Duval seemed to be relieved of a great weight； and thanked me as if I had already rendered him a service merely by keeping the book。
I got up and went into my room to fetch the book； which I handed to him。
〃That is it indeed；〃 he said； looking at the inscription on the first page and turning over the leaves； 〃that is it in deed；〃 and two big tears fell on the pages。 〃Well； sir；〃 said he； lifting his head； and no longer trying to hide from me that he had wept and was even then on the point of weeping； 〃do you value this book very greatly？〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because I have come to ask you to give it up to me。〃
〃Pardon my curiosity； but was it you； then； who gave it to Marguerite Gautier？〃
〃It was！〃
〃The book is yours； sir； take it back。 I am happy to be able to hand it over to you。〃
〃But；〃 said M。 Duval with some embarrassment； 〃the least I can do is to give you in return the price which you paid for it。〃
〃Allow me to offer it to you。 The price of a single volume in a sale of that kind is a mere nothing； and I do not remember how much I gave for it。〃
〃You gave one hundred francs。〃
〃True；〃 I said； embarrassed in my turn； 〃how do you know？〃
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