honorable man eyes, love me. minute understood was, breathed true foul — Octave Mirbeau

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While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.

Octave Mirbeau

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