My past would come tumbling into my mind like an old bell fallen from its tower.

I had forgotten that past, and its recurrence deafened me with its overwhelming jangle vibrating with memories.

'Poor man!...

Into what a world of compromises and entanglements I am going to involve him!...
No! No!' And I fled from you with the cunning of a mischievous schoolgirl, coming out from the hotel when you had gone off for a few moments, at other times doubling a corner at the very instant that you turned your eyes away....

I only permitted myself to approach coldly and ironically when it was impossible to avoid meeting you....