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The hope that had been suddenly kindled in the youth's bosom was as suddenly extinguished. He walked with bent head. When the doctor came in—he had just finished his breakfast—O'Higgins rose and presented his card. "Well, what sort of journey have you had, Quilt?" asked the man as he hastened to assist Sir Rowland to dismount. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. He contrasted the lot of women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature. ‘Do not be alarmed, Jacques.
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