‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he ought to be loved—that I cannot do. She walked over to them still carrying the trousers in her hands, and stooped to examine them. Her dress, it has just been said, was neatness and simplicity itself. Such stories were increasingly heard in English society. Good night. ‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. Moreover, she claims that this whole enterprise of hers is purely for the purpose of marrying an Englishman.
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