“I—I didn’t love the man I was engaged to,” she said. You were accused of having been seen with the latter. She did not wince. ‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor.
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