Book 3, Chapter 25: “We Are Robbing Life”

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌⁠Dechartre came to the carriage to salute the two travellers. Separated from him, Therese felt what he was to her: he had given to her a new taste of life, delicious and so vivid, so real, that she felt it on her lips. She lived under a charm in the dream of seeing him again, and was surprised when Madame Marmet, along the journey, said: “I think we are passing the frontier,” or “Rose-bushes are in