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Monelle grew quiet and looked at me:
I came from the night, she said, and I shall return to the night. For I too am a young prostitute.
And Monelle said again:
I pity you, I pity you, my love.
Even…
Contributor:
Marcel Schwob
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1894