my fortune in those deadly climates. Under those skies, they tell
me, I am sure to make it. As for remaining in Paris, I cannot do j wiggins
so. Neither my nature nor my face are made to bear the affronts, wig joelle
the neglect, the disdain shown to a ruined man, the son of a
bankrupt! Good God! think of owing two millions! I should be
killed in a duel the first week; therefore I shall not return
there. Your love,the most tender and devoted love which ever
ennobled the heart of man,cannot draw me back. Alas! my beloved,
I have no money with which to go to you, to give and receive a