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farewell." ......................
I met that adorable woman fifteen years later; the reader will see where and how, when we come to that period of my life.
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I went back to my room, careless of the future, broken down by the deepest of sorrows, I locked myself in, and went to bed.

I felt so low in spirits that I was stunned.

Life was not a burden, but only because I did not give a thought to life.

In fact I was in a state of complete apathy, moral and physical.

Six years later I found myself in a similar predicament, but that time love was not the cause of my sorrow; it was the horrible and too famous prison of The Leads, in Venice.
I was not much better either in 1768, when I was lodged in the prison of Buen Retiro, in Madrid, but I must not anticipate events.