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"Aunt de la Roche-Jugan treats you harshly?" "Undoubtedly; she dreads that I may entrap her son. Good heavens!" "The little Tonneliers are jealous of you, and Uncle Tonnelier torments you?" "Basely!" she said; and two tears swam on her eyelashes, then glistened like diamonds on her cheek. "And what do you believe of the religion of our aunt?"
"Aunt de la Roche-Jugan treats you harshly?" "Undoubtedly; she dreads that I may entrap her son. Good heavens!" "The little Tonneliers are jealous of you, and Uncle Tonnelier torments you?" "Basely!" she said; and two tears swam on her eyelashes, then glistened like diamonds on her cheek. "And what do you believe of the religion of our aunt?"
She could not even breakfast; happiness had taken away her appetite. The ice once broken, all tried to make themselves agreeable. The Tonneliers did not behave, however, with the same warmth as the tender Countess, and it was easy to see that Mesdames Bacquiere and Van Cuyp could not picture to themselves, without envy, the shower of gold and diamonds about to fall into the lap of their cousin.
She could not even breakfast; happiness had taken away her appetite. The ice once broken, all tried to make themselves agreeable. The Tonneliers did not behave, however, with the same warmth as the tender Countess, and it was easy to see that Mesdames Bacquiere and VanCuyp could not picture to themselves, without envy, the shower of gold and diamonds about to fall into the lap of their cousin.
"Aunt de la Roche-Jugan treats you harshly?" "Undoubtedly; she dreads that I may entrap her son. Good heavens!" "The little Tonneliers are jealous of you, and Uncle Tonnelier torments you?" "Basely!" she said; and two tears swam on her eyelashes, then glistened like diamonds on her cheek. "And what do you believe of the religion of our aunt?"
She could not even breakfast; happiness had taken away her appetite. The ice once broken, all tried to make themselves agreeable. The Tonneliers did not behave, however, with the same warmth as the tender Countess, and it was easy to see that Mesdames Bacquiere and Van Cuyp could not picture to themselves, without envy, the shower of gold and diamonds about to fall into the lap of their cousin.
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