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Saturday, 16 January 1875
Again the shops, the dressmakers. My corset fits me perfectly — the first that has ever fitted me exactly as I like.Samedi, 16 janvier 1875
But Duval does not fit me as I like — and I foresee dreadful things. God, have pity on me!
Mais Duval ne va pas comme j’aime et je prévois des choses affreuses, Dieu ayez pitié de moi !
He could make a great scandal in Nice — and there is already quite enough without that.
Il peut faire un grand scandale à Nice, il y en a déjà assez sans cela.
I am pale, plain-looking and feel unwell.
Je suis pâle, laide et me sens mal.
My aunt, who as it was was in a disagreeable humour on account of that wretched Duval, has become funereal. I am losing my head — and to crown my misfortunes I lose my coat, which is worth a good four hundred francs, and which one cannot find the like of here.
Ma tante qui sans cela était d’une humeur désagréable à cause de ce misérable Duval est devenue funèbre, je perds la tête et pour comble de malheur perds mon manteau qui vaut bien quatre cents francs et avec cela on ne peut pas en trouver un pareil ici.
Great God!
Grand Dieu !
I am a great wretch — but have pity on me and on all of us.
Je suis une grande misérable, mais ayez pitié de moi et de nous tous.
Have pity on me, even though I do not deserve it in the least!
Ayez pitié de moi bien que je ne le mérite point !