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"Oh, you can laugh as much as you please! You know very well that but for this on what does fate depend? I should now be married and a duchess, it is true; but Duchess of Courtalin, and not Duchess of Lannilis. Well, perhaps that would have been better! At any rate, I wish to give Aunt Louise the authentic history of our marriage." "Tell away, if it amuses you," said Gontran.
Mademoiselle de Lannilis knew all that, and had no illusions on these points, but she said to herself: "I will love him so much, that he will end by loving me." Hence all her misfortunes. Her existence might have been tolerable, if she had not loved her husband so much; but she loved him too much. She had only succeeded in wearying him by her importunities and tenderness.
"Where are you going, Monsieur le Cure?" asked the Countess. "To Souvigny, to the Tribunal, to learn " "Stay here Monsieur de Larnac is coming after the sale to tell me the result." The Abbe Constantin joined them on the terrace. Gertrude de Lannilis, Countess de Lavardens, had been very unfortunate. At eighteen she had been guilty of a folly, the only one of her life, but that one irreparable.
Mademoiselle de Lannilis knew all that, and had no illusions on these points, but she said to herself: "I will love him so much, that he will end by loving me." Hence all her misfortunes. Her existence might have been tolerable, if she had not loved her husband so much; but she loved him too much. She had only succeeded in wearying him by her importunities and tenderness.
Merely to be beautiful is not all that is needful; it is necessary besides to know how to be beautiful. There is an art about being pretty which requires certain preparations and study. In society, as in the theatre, success rarely comes at once. Mme. de Lannilis had the good-fortune to make her first appearance with decisive success.
The young goddess, for the present, did not go farther than Lannilis, in Poitou, to her husband's home her home in a mansion that had seen many Duchesses of Lannilis, but never one more charming, and never, it must be said, one more absolutely in love.
"Where are you going, Monsieur le Cure?" asked the Countess. "To Souvigny, to the Tribunal, to learn " "Stay here Monsieur de Larnac is coming after the sale to tell me the result." The Abbe Constantin joined them on the terrace. Gertrude de Lannilis, Countess de Lavardens, had been very unfortunate. At eighteen she had been guilty of a folly, the only one of her life, but that one irreparable.
Thursday, the 1st of July! Eight days! They had been eight days at Lannilis! It was impossible! They tried to put some order in their reflections. What had they done Friday, Saturday, and Sunday? But all was vague, and became confused in their minds. The days and the nights, and the nights and days. What had they done?
Mademoiselle de Lannilis knew all that, and had no illusions on these points, but she said to herself: "I will love him so much, that he will end by loving me." Hence all her misfortunes. Her existence might have been tolerable, if she had not loved her husband so much; but she loved him too much. She had only succeeded in wearying him by her importunities and tenderness.
"Where are you going, Monsieur le Cure?" asked the Countess. "To Souvigny, to the Tribunal, to learn " "Stay here Monsieur de Larnac is coming after the sale to tell me the result." The Abbe Constantin joined them on the terrace. Gertrude de Lannilis, Countess de Lavardens, had been very unfortunate. At eighteen she had been guilty of a folly, the only one of her life, but that one irreparable.
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