The sweetness of her glance, or rather my evil star already in its ascendant and drawing me to my ruin, did not allow me to hesitate for a moment So begins the story of Manon Lescaut, a tale of passion and betrayal, of delinquency and misalliance, which moves from early eighteenth century Paris with its theatres, assemblies, and gaming houses via prison and deportation The sweetness of her glance, or rather my evil star already in its ascendant and drawing me to my ruin, did not allow me to hesi...
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