The carte de jour was before Monsieur. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. Did you break my mother's heart as you tried to break mine? I am no longer accountable to you for anything. Her mother had prepared her for everything. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression.
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