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to the student's memory under the strange sensation of violet perfume. He either did not remember, or he pretended not to remember, the big, green eyes of the girl, her cruel and epigrammatic little mouth, her firm, white body. But all the more did that violet perfume possess him. He seemed to find his clothes, his hands, his text-books, his poor little bed all odorous of violets. Still, even this sweet illusion began to fade. Time began to blur it out, as it had blurred his recollections of the girl. Darles wept a great deal. And one night he wrote her a desperate, somewhat enigmatic note: "I'm going to see you, to-morrow. If you won't let me in, I shall die. Be merciful! My little room no longer smells of violets." Alicia felt annoyed by the student's note. What was the idea of these ostentatious hyperboles of passion? Could Darles have got it into his head that what had happened--one of many adventures in her path--had been anything but perfectly worthless and common? Alicia felt so sure of this that her emotion was one of astonishment, more than of disgust. Yet, in the beginning, her surprise caused her a certain pleasure. "It really would be interesting," thought she, "if this boy should fall in love with me like the hero of a play." But the pleasure of such a curiosity hardly lasted a minute. Soon the girl's cold, selfish spirit, that always traveled in straight lines toward its own ends--the spirit and the will that never let themselves be interfered with--reacted against this romantic possibility. Alicia neither wanted to love nor be loved. For through the experiences of her girl friends she had learned that love, with all its jealousies and pains, is harshly cruel to lover and beloved, alike. She attached no importance whatever to the caprice that had momentarily thrown her into the student's arms. The evening before their first and only night together, Darles had just happened to find her in one of those fits of the blues, of eclectic relaxation, in which the volatile feminine sense of ethics swings equidistant from good and evil. Her virtues and her vices, alike, were arbitrary and without any exact motive. If the student had perhaps had finer eyes, she would have yielded to him, just the same; then too, perhaps if the emerald necklace that, just a few minutes before, she and Don Manuel had been quarreling about had been less desirable, she would have refused him. The only certain thing about it al
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