In Search of Lost Time [volumes 1 to 7]

by Marcel Proust

At that time I saw her but rarely, but even those intervals that there were between her visits which made her emerge, after many weeks, from the heart of an unknown life which I made no effort to possess, ensured my peace of mind by preventing the first inklings, constantly interrupted, of my jealousy from coagulating, from forming a solid mass in my heart.

Oh no don't start recalling the jealousy! Please!