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burden of marriage； an institution on which society is based； falls upon us； for the man liberty； duties for the woman。 We must give up our whole lives to you； you are only bound to give us a few moments of yours。 A man； in fact； makes a choice； while we blindly submit。 Oh； monsieur； to you I can speak freely。 Marriage； in these days； seems to me to be legalized prostitution。 This is the cause of my wretchedness。 But among so many miserable creatures so unhappily yoked； I alone am bound to be silent； I alone am to blame for my misery。 My marriage was my own doing。〃
She stopped short； and bitter tears fell in the silence。
〃In the depths of my wretchedness； in the midst of this sea of distress；〃 she went on； 〃I found some sands on which to set foot and suffer at leisure。 A great tempest swept everything away。 And here am I； helpless and alone； too weak to cope with storms。〃
〃We are never weak while God is with us；〃 said the priest。 〃And if your cravings for affection cannot be satisfied here on earth； have you no duties to perform？〃
〃Duties continually！〃 she exclaimed； with something of impatience in her tone。 〃But where for me are the sentiments which give us strength to perform them？ Nothing from nothing； nothing for nothing；this； monsieur； is one of the most inexorable laws of nature； physical or spiritual。 Would you have these trees break into leaf without the sap which swells the buds？ It is the same with our human nature； and in me the sap is dried up at its source。〃
〃I am not going to speak to you of religious sentiments of which resignation is born；〃 said the cure； 〃but of motherhood； madame； surely〃
〃Stop； monsieur！〃 said the Marquise； 〃with you I will be sincere。 Alas！ in future I can be sincere with no one； I am condemned to falsehood。 The world requires continual grimaces； and we are bidden to obey its conventions if we would escape reproach。 There are two kinds of motherhood； monsieur； once I knew nothing of such distinctions； but I know them now。 Only half of me has become a mother； it were better for me if I had not been a mother at all。 Helene is not /his/ child！ Oh！ do not start。 At Saint…Lange there are volcanic depths whence come lurid gleams of light and earthquake shocks to shake the fragile edifices of laws not based on nature。 I have borne a child； that is enough； I am a mother in the eyes of the law。 But you； monsieur； with your delicately compassionate soul； can perhaps understand this cry from an unhappy woman who has suffered no lying illusions to enter her heart。 God will judge me； but surely I have only obeyed His laws by giving way to the affections which He Himself set in me； and this I have learned from my own soul。What is a child； monsieur； but the image of two beings； the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended？ Unless it is owned by every fibre of the body； as by every chord of tenderness in the heart； unless it recalls the bliss of love； the hours； the places where two creatures were happy； their words that overflowed with the music of humanity； and their sweet imaginings； that child is an incomplete creation。 Yes； those two should find the poetic dreams of their intimate double life realized in their child as in an exquisite miniature； it should be for them a never…failing spring of emotion； implying their whole past and their whole future。
〃My poor little Helene is her father's child； the offspring of duty and of chance。 In me she finds nothing but the affection of instinct； the woman's natural compassion for the child of her womb。 Socially speaking； I am above reproach。 Have I not sacrificed my life and my happiness to my child？ Her cries go to my heart； if she were to fall into the water； I should spring to save her； but she is not in my heart。
〃Ah！ love set me dreaming of a motherhood far greater and more complete。 In a vanished dream I held in my arms a child conceived in desire before it was begotten； the exquisite flower of life that blossoms in the soul before it sees the light of day。 I am Helene's mother only in the sense that I brought her forth。 When she needs me no longer； there will be an end of my motherhood； with the extinction of the cause； the effects will cease。 If it is a woman's adorable prerogative that her motherhood may last through her child's life； surely that divine persistence of sentiment is due to the far…reaching glory of the conception of the soul？ Unless a child has lain wrapped about from life's first beginnings by the mother's soul； the instinct of motherhood dies in her as in the animals。 This is true； I feel that it is true。 As my poor little one grows older； my heart closes。 My sacrifices have driven us apart。 And yet I know； monsieur； that to another child my heart would have gone out in inexhaustible love； for that other I should not have known what sacrifice meant； all had been delight。 In this； monsieur； my instincts are stronger than reason； stronger than religion or all else in me。 Does the woman who is neither wife nor mother sin in wishing to die when； for her misfortune； she has caught a glimpse of the infinite beauty of love； the limitless joy of motherhood？ What can become of her？ /I/ can tell you what she feels。 I cannot put that memory from me so resolutely but that a hundred times； night and day； visions of a happiness； greater it may be than the reality； rise before me； followed by a shudder which shakes brain and heart and body。 Before these cruel visions； my feelings and thoughts grow colorless； and I ask myself； 'What would my life have been /if/？' 〃
She hid her face in her hands and burst into tears。
〃There you see the depths of my heart！〃 she continued。 〃For /his/ child I could have acquiesced in any lot however dreadful。 He who died； bearing the burden of the sins of the world will forgive this thought of which I am dying； but the world； I know； is merciless。 In its ears my words are blasphemies； I am outraging all its codes。 Oh！ that I could wage war against this world and break down and refashion its laws and traditions！ Has it not turned all my thoughts； and feelings； and longings； and hopes； and every fibre in me into so many sources of pain？ Spoiled my future； present； and past？ For me the daylight is full of gloom； my thoughts pierce me like a sword； my child is and is not。
〃Oh； when Helene speaks to me； I wish that her voice were different； when she looks into my face I wish that she had other eyes。 She constantly keeps me in mind of all that should have been and is not。 I cannot bear to have her near me。 I smile at her； I try to make up to her for the real affection of which she is defrauded。 I am wretched； monsieur； too wretched to live。 And I am supposed to be a pattern wife。 And I have committed no sins。 And I am respected！ I have fought down forbidden love which sprang up at unawares within me； but if I have kept the letter of the law； have I kept it in my heart？ There has never been but one here；〃 she said； laying her right hand on her breast； 〃one and no other； and my child feels it。 Certain looks and tones and gestures mould a child's nature； and my poor little one feels no thrill in the arm I put about her； no tremor comes into my voice； no softness into my eyes when I speak to her o