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His career, which promised to be so brilliant, was spoiling at the outset. Rosamund thought of Renee almost with detestation, as a species of sorceress that had dug a trench in her hero's road, and unhorsed and fast fettered him. The marquis was expected immediately. Renee sent up a little note to Mrs.
To be loved, adored in secret; to know that in this house, where all the great men of Paris were collected, there was one entirely devoted to me, unknown to everybody! Ah! Renee, now I understand the life of Paris, its balls, and its gaieties. It all flashed on me in the true light. When we love, we must have society, were it only to sacrifice it to our love.
Remarks of Louis upon court etiquette. They are unanswerable. Conquest of Holland determined on. Henrietta embassadress to England. Louise Rénée. The bribe. Constant bickerings. Alliance between France and England. Festivities thereon. Maria Theresa. Vivacity of Henrietta. Henrietta poisoned. Intense suffering. Arrival of the king. Death scene of Henrietta. Suspicion of Louis.
A low-burning lamp and fire cast a narrow ring on the shadows of the dusky London room. One of the window-blinds was drawn up. Beauchamp discerned a shape at that window, and the fear seized him that it might be Madame d'Auffray with evil news of Renee: but it was Renee's name he called. She rose from her chair, saying, 'I! She was trembling.
It's your own fault if you had not saved my life I should not have been in your way. Here I am, and your proposal can't be heard of. Do as you will, both of you, when you step ashore in Venice. 'If she goes back she is lost, said Beauchamp, and he attacked Roland on the side of his love for Renee, and for him. Roland was inflexible.
"And where is the unfortunate being?" asked Renee. "He is at my house." "Come, come, my friend," interrupted the marquise, "do not neglect your duty to linger with us. You are the king's servant, and must go wherever that service calls you." "O Villefort!" cried Renee, clasping her hands, and looking towards her lover with piteous earnestness, "be merciful on this the day of our betrothal."
'And now my little Renee has no more shore-qualms; she is smoothly chaperoned, and madame will present us tea on board. All the etcaeteras of life are there, and a mariner's eye in me spies a breeze at sunset to waft us out of Malamocco. The count listened to the recital of their preparations with his usual absent interest in everything not turning upon Art, politics, or social intrigue.
Beauchamp was conscious of some bitter taste; unaware of what it was, though it led him to say, undesigningly: 'How very handsome that M. d'Henriel is! if I have his name correctly. Renee answered: 'He has the misfortune to be considered the handsomest young man in France. 'He has an Italian look. 'His mother was Provencale.
Why, it blooms of itself under the sun of love, and shrivels to death under the cold blast of distaste and aversion! Let love guard his own rights! Oh! my noble Renee! I understand you now. I bow to your greatness, amazed at the depth and clearness of your insight.
Her bluish hands were very interestingly dead; the fingers were nervous, they lived in cringing bags of freckled skin, they might almost be alive. She was perhaps eighteen years old. Renee, the fourth member of the circle, was always well-dressed and somehow chic. Her silhouette had character, from the waved coiffure to the enormously high heels.
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