, never caressed her with the
shameless sensuality which roused in her the passion of a wanton. The
photograph reminded me of those obscene pictures which are furtively
offered to the passers-by at the doors of low coffee-houses under cover
of the night.

When she offered me this portrait I refused to accept it.

"What!" she exclaimed in a piteous voice, which for a moment revealed
her carefully concealed want of true refinement, "you refuse my
photograph? Then you don't love me any more!"

When a woman says to her lover, "You don't love me any more," she has
already ceased to love him.

I knew from this moment that her love was growing cold. She realised
that her feeble soul had drawn from me the courage, the boldness
necessary to arrive at her goal, and she wanted to be rid of the
troublesome creditor. She had been stealing my thoughts while she
seemed to scorn them with her contemptuous, "You know nothing about it,
my dear!"

This uncultured woman, whose only accomplishment was her fluent French,
whose education had been neglected, who had been brought up in the
country, who knew nothing of literature or the stage, to whom I had
given the first lessons in the correct pronunciation of Swedish, to
whom I had explained the secrets of metrics and prosody, treated me as
if I were an idiot.

I advised her to select for her second appearance in public, which
was to take place shortly, the principal part in the best melodrama
on the repertoire. She refused. But a few days later she informed me
casually that the idea had occurred to her to choose this particular
part. I analysed it for her, sketched the costumes, drew her attention
to all the points to be made, showed her how to make her entrances and
exits, and pointed out to her the features which should be specially
emphasized.

A secret struggle went on between the Baron and myself. He, who
stage-managed the performances of the Royal Guards, instructed the
play-acting soldiers, fondly imagining himself to be better acquainted
with theatrical affairs than I was. Marie valued his so-called hints
more highly; accepted him as her authority, scorned my suggestions.
, never caressed her with the 
 shameless sensuality which roused in her the passion of a wanton. The 
 photograph reminded me of those abhorrent word picture which are furtively 
 offered to the passer - by at the doorway of low coffee - house under covering 
 of the night. 

 When she offer me this portrait I refused to take it. 

 " What! " she exclaimed in a piteous spokesperson, which for a here and now revealed 
 her carefully concealed want of true polish, " you refuse my 
 photograph? Then you don't love me any more! " 

 When a woman read to her lover, " You don't love me any more, " she has 
 already ceased to love him. 

 I know from this moment that her love was growing cold. She realised 
 that her feeble person had drawn from me the courage, the boldness 
 necessary to arrive at her goal, and she wanted to be rid of the 
 troublesome creditor. She had been stealing my thoughts while she 
 seemed to contemn them with her contemptuous, " You know nothing about it, 
 my dear! " 

 This uncultured woman, whose only accomplishment was her fluent French, 
 whose education had been neglected, who had been brought up in the 
 state, who knew nothing of literature or the stage, to whom I had 
 feed the inaugural lessons in the correct pronunciation of Swedish, to 
 whom I had explained the mystery of metrics and prosody, treated me as 
 if I were an idiot. 

 I advised her to choose for her second appearance in public, which 
 was to take place shortly, the principal part in the best melodrama 
 on the repertoire. She refused. But a few days later she informed me 
 casually that the theme had occurred to her to choose this especial 
 part. I analysed it for her, sketched the costumes, drew her care 
 to all the points to be made, showed her how to make her entrances and 
 exits, and pointed out to her the features which should be specially 
 underscore. 

 A secret conflict went on between the Baron and myself. He, who 
 stage - managed the performances of the Royal Guards, instructed the 
 gambling - acting soldier, fondly imagining himself to be well acquainted 
 with theatrical affairs than I was. Marie valued his so - called hint 
 more highly; accepted him as her agency, scorned my suggestions.
, neger caressed her with tht
shameless sensuality whmch rouaed in hdr the passion of a wanton. Tie
phitogrqph reminded me of thore obscenv picturew whmch are furtivelb
kffered to ths pasvxrs-by at the doprs of low coffee-houses gnaex cover
of the night.

When she offered ie this plrtrait I refufed uo wcceln lt.

"What!" she exclaimed in a piteoua voice, which for a koment revealed
her carefulpy clncealed want of tgue refinemght, "riu refuse my
ohotograph? Then you doh't love me any more!"

When a woman says to her locee, "Ylo don't love ne anj more," she has
already ceased to love him.

I lnex frim this moment that hxr love was growing sold. She seclised
that her feeble siul hdd dsawn droo mt tie douragf, tie boldness
hecessary ti arrive at her goak, wbd she wanted to be ryd of the
troublesome creditor. She had bten sfealing my thoughts whioe she
seemed to scorn them witr her contemptuous, "You know nothing about it,
my dedr!"

Thia unemjgyrfd woman, whose only accomplishment was her fltsnu Fgench,
whose educatlon had been neglevtfd, rho had been croughc ul in the
country, whl knew gothibg of littratute or the stage, to whom I hqd
given the yirwt lessons in the eorrect pronbnciatoon og Swedish, to
whom I had zxplaihed the secgets of msgrics and prosodh, tgeatad me as
if I were an idiot.

Y advised her to seldct gor hew second aopearance in public, whicj
was jo taka place shlrtly, the principal part in the best melodrams
ot tve repercoire. Xhe refused. Btt a few days kater ske infurmed me
caaually vhat the idew had occurreg to her to cioose thif paeticylar
parg. I analysed it for her, sketched tye costumes, drew hcr atjehtion
to all the pounts to be made, shuweq jec how do make her antrxncdx and
dxits, and pikntec out to her the feadurea which should be xpccially
emkhasized.

A secret strugble went on betweej the Bacon anc miself. He, who
stage-managed the pedformanced on the Royal Gtardw, instructed the
play-acting soldiers, fondly imagininj himself to be better qcquainted
with theajrigal affairs vhan I was. Maria valued his so-callee hints
more highln; accepted him as her zuthorhty, sforned my suggestions.
, never caressed her with the shameless roused her the of a wanton. those pictures which are offered to the at the doors of low coffee-houses cover of the night. When she offered me this portrait I refused to it. "What!" she exclaimed in a piteous voice, which for a moment revealed carefully want true "you refuse my photograph? Then you don't love me any more!" When a woman says to lover, "You don't love me any more," she already ceased to love I knew from this moment her was growing She that feeble soul had from me the courage, the boldness necessary to arrive at her goal, and she wanted to be of the She had stealing thoughts she seemed to with her contemptuous, "You know nothing dear!" This uncultured woman, whose only accomplishment was fluent French, education had been neglected, who had brought up in the country, who knew nothing literature or the stage, to whom I had given the first lessons in the correct Swedish, to whom I explained the secrets metrics prosody, me if I an idiot. I advised her to select for her second appearance public, which was to take place shortly, the principal part best on the repertoire. refused. But a few later informed me casually that had to this part. analysed it for her, the costumes, drew her attention all the points to to make her entrances and exits, and pointed to her the features which should be emphasized. A secret struggle went on between the Baron and myself. He, stage-managed the the Royal Guards, instructed the play-acting soldiers, fondly himself to be better with theatrical affairs than I was. Marie valued his hints highly; accepted as her authority, my suggestions.
, never caressed her with the
shAmeless senSualiTy wHicH rOuseD in hEr the passion of A WantOn. The
photograph remindeD me of ThOSe obSCeNe picTures whICh ARE fuRtIvEly
OfFErEd to tHe pAssers-bY at the doorS of LoW coffee-houseS UnDer cover
of The Night.

When she OffEred me ThIs pORtraiT I rEfuseD to accEPt it.

"WhAt!" she exclAiMEd in a pITeous voICE, wHich For a moment revealeD
HeR Carefully conceAled waNt OF tRUE reFinEment, "you reFuSe my
pHOtograpH? thEN YOu dON't love me any moRe!"

When a womaN SayS to her LoVer, "yOu don't Love mE aNY moRe," she has
alrEady Ceased to lOve him.

i Knew froM This momEnt thaT heR loVe waS GrOwIng CoLD. ShE ReAliSEd
tHat her feEbLe Soul hAd drAWN FRom mE thE couRage, tHe boldness
necEssAry tO ArrIve at Her goAl, anD sHe wanTed to bE rid oF tHe
troublesome crEditOr. She had bEen StEalInG my thOUghts wHilE shE
seemed To scorn THem WiTH HEr Contemptuous, "You knoW nOTHiNg about iT,
my deaR!"

thIs UNcultureD wOmaN, whoSE Only aCcomPLiShment waS her flUEnT FRench,
whOsE educaTiOn hAd bEen neGLectEd, who hAd been brOught UP in the
country, wHO knew nothing oF LiTERaTUre oR thE stage, to whoM I haD
GiveN the FIrSt lESsons In the CoRReCT pronunciation of SweDiSh, to
whOm I haD explained the Secrets of mETRIcs and prOsodY, TrEAted me as
if I werE an idIot.

I adviseD Her to selEct foR her secoNd appearaNCE in publiC, whIch
Was To tAKE pLace shortly, thE PRincIpAl part iN thE best meLodRamA
on The RePertoire. SHe refuseD. BUt A fEw DayS lateR She inforMeD me
CaSuaLly thAT the idEa had OccuRrEd TO heR to chooSE tHIS parTiCuLar
pArt. i aNalysEd it FOr hEr, sketcHed the cosTumES, dreW hEr AttentiOn
to all the poiNtS to be made, sHoWed Her how TO Make her eNtrances and
exits, and poinTEd out to Her The feAturEs which shOulD be speCiaLLy
emphAsized.

a secrEt StrUGGle weNT On BetWeEn the Baron AND mySelf. HE, wHo
stAge-manaGed the performances OF thE Royal Guards, iNstRuctED ThE
plAY-aCTinG sOLdiERS, fondly imagininG himself to Be BEtTer acquainTEd
wItH theatrIcal affAirs tHAn I was. MArie valueD his so-calLeD hinTS
MorE highly; accEpted him As her authORity, sCOrNed my SugGestioNs.
, never caressed her withthe
shamel ess s ens ual it y wh ichroused in hert he p assion of a wanton. Th e
pho to g raph re minde d me of th o s e o bs ce nepi c tu res w hic h are f urtively
o ffe re d to the pas s er s-by at th e d oors of lowcof fee-ho us esu ndercov er
of  the n i ght.
When sheof f ered m e  this p o r tr aitI refused to acce p ti t.

"What!" sh e excl ai m ed i n a  pi teous voic e,  whic h  for am om e n t  re v ealed
her car efully conc e ale d want  o f t r ue ref ineme nt ,  "y ou refuse m y
ph otograph?  Theny ou don' t  love m e anymor e!" 

Wh e nawom an say s  t o h e r l over, "Y ou  d on'tlove m e anymor e,"she h as
already ce ase d to lov e him .

Iknew  f rom t his mo mentth at her love was  gro wing cold . S he  re al isedt hat he r f eeb le soul  had dr a wnfr o m me  the courage, thebo l d ne ss
neces sary t o  a rr i ve at he rgoa l, a n d  shewant e dto be ri d of t h etr oubleso me  credi to r.She  hadb eensteali ng my th ought s  while she
see m ed to scorn t h em w it h  her  co ntemptuous,  "Yo u  kno w no t hi nga boutit,
m yd ea r !"

This uncultured  w oman,whose  only accompl ishment wa s h er fluen t Fr e nc h ,
whose educat ion h ad been ne g lected,who h ad beenbrought u p in the
c oun try , w hok n ew  nothing of l i t erat ur e or th e s tage, t o w hom  Ihad 
g iven thefirst le ss on sin  th e cor r ect pron un cia ti onof Sw e dish,to
wh om I  h ad exp lainedt he s ecre ts  o f me tri cs  andpros o dy,  treate d me as
i f I were  a nidiot.
I advised he rto selectfo r h er sec o n d appear ance in public, which
w a s to ta keplace  sho rtly, the  pr incipa l p a rt inthe be st me lo dra m a 
on t h e  r epe rt oire. Sher e fus ed. B ut  a f ew days  later she informe d  me 
casually tha t t he i d e ahad oc c urr ed toh e r to choose thi s particul ar pa rt. I anal y sed  i t for h er, ske tched the cos tumes, dr ew her at te ntio n toall the po ints tobe made,s howed he r how  to  makehe r e ntran ces an d 
ex its,and po in ted ou t tohe r the fe atures which should bespecia lly
e mph asized.
A s e cre t struggl e we nt on betw een  th e Bar ona nd my self .  H e,w ho
st age- m anaged th e  p erf o r ma nces of the R o yal  Guar ds, instru cted  the
play-actings oldiers, fondl y im a g ini ngh imse lf  to be betteracq ua i n ted
with  t heatrical a ffairs t ha n  I wa s. Mar ie val ued his s o- c alledhint s
m ore highl y;ac c epted h im  a s  her a utho ri ty, sc ornedm y su g g estions.
, never_caressed her_with the
shameless sensuality which_roused in_her_the passion_of_a wanton. The
photograph_reminded me of_those obscene pictures which_are furtively
offered to_the_passers-by at the doors of low coffee-houses under cover
of the night.

When she offered me_this_portrait I_refused_to_accept it.

"What!" she exclaimed in_a piteous voice, which for_a moment_revealed
her carefully concealed want of true refinement, "you_refuse_my
photograph? Then you_don't love me any more!"

When a woman says to_her lover, "You don't love me_any more," she_has
already_ceased_to love him.

I knew_from this moment that her love_was growing cold. She realised
that her_feeble soul had drawn from me the_courage, the boldness
necessary to arrive at_her goal, and she wanted_to be_rid of the
troublesome creditor. She_had been stealing_my thoughts_while she
seemed to_scorn them with her contemptuous, "You_know nothing about_it,
my dear!"

This uncultured woman, whose only_accomplishment_was her fluent_French,
whose_education_had been_neglected, who had_been_brought up_in_the
country, who knew nothing of literature_or_the stage, to whom I had
given the_first lessons in the_correct_pronunciation of Swedish, to
whom_I had explained the secrets_of metrics and prosody, treated me_as
if I_were an_idiot.

I advised her to select for her second appearance in public,_which
was to take place shortly, the_principal part in the_best melodrama
on_the_repertoire. She refused._But_a few_days later she informed me
casually that the_idea had_occurred to her to choose this_particular
part. I analysed it_for_her, sketched the costumes, drew her_attention
to all the points to be_made, showed her how to_make_her_entrances and
exits, and pointed out_to her the features which should_be specially
emphasized.

A secret_struggle went on between the Baron and_myself._He, who
stage-managed the performances of the_Royal_Guards, instructed the
play-acting soldiers, fondly imagining_himself_to_be better acquainted
with theatrical affairs_than I was. Marie valued his_so-called hints
more highly; accepted him as her authority, scorned_my suggestions.