"Don't blush over such a confession," he said. "If it is true, be proud of it. Love is a wonderful thing. Never be ashamed of being in love, my child." "I am not in love," I cried with bitter furey. "Ah! Then it is not YOUR letter!" "I wrote it." "But to simulate a passion that does not exist that is sackrilege. It is " "Oh, stop talking," I cried, in a hunted tone. "I can't bear it.