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My letter was presented with a trembling hand; she took it with a smile opened it, glanced an eye over M. de Pontverre's and again returned to mine, which she read through and would have read again, had not the footman that instant informed her that service was beginning "Child," said she, in a tone of voice which made every nerve vibrate, "you are wandering about at an early age it is really a pity!" and without waiting for an answer, added "Go to my house, bid them give you something for breakfast, after mass, I will speak to you."
I enclosed M. de Pontverre's letter in my own and waited on the lady with a heart palpitating with fear and expectation. It was Palm Sunday, of the year 1728; I was informed she was that moment gone to church; I hasten after her, overtake, and speak to her. The place is yet fresh in my memory how can it be otherwise? often have I moistened it with my tears and covered it with kisses.
Notwithstanding M. de Pontverre's pedigree, I certainly possessed most learning; but I rather sought to be a good companion than an expert theologian; and his Frangi wine, which I thought delicious, argued so powerfully on his side, that I should have blushed at silencing so kind a host; I, therefore, yielded him the victory, or rather declined the contest.
I enclosed M. de Pontverre's letter in my own and waited on the lady with a heart palpitating with fear and expectation. It was Palm Sunday, of the year 1728; I was informed she was that moment gone to church; I hasten after her, overtake, and speak to her. The place is yet fresh in my memory how can it be otherwise? often have I moistened it with my tears and covered it with kisses.
I expected to see a devout, forbidding old woman; M. de Pontverre's pious and worthy lady could be no other in my conception; instead of which, I see a face beaming with charms, fine blue eyes full of sweetness, a complexion whose whiteness dazzled the sight, the form of an enchanting neck, nothing escaped the eager eye of the young proselyte; for that instant I was hers! a religion preached by such missionaries must lead to paradise!
Notwithstanding M. de Pontverre's pedigree, I certainly possessed most learning; but I rather sought to be a good companion than an expert theologian; and his Frangi wine, which I thought delicious, argued so powerfully on his side, that I should have blushed at silencing so kind a host; I, therefore, yielded him the victory, or rather declined the contest.
I expected to see a devout, forbidding old woman; M. de Pontverre's pious and worthy lady could be no other in my conception; instead of which, I see a face beaming with charms, fine blue eyes full of sweetness, a complexion whose whiteness dazzled the sight, the form of an enchanting neck, nothing escaped the eager eye of the young proselyte; for that instant I was hers! a religion preached by such missionaries must lead to paradise!
My letter was presented with a trembling hand; she took it with a smile opened it, glanced an eye over M. de Pontverre's and again returned to mine, which she read through and would have read again, had not the footman that instant informed her that service was beginning "Child," said she, in a tone of voice which made every nerve vibrate, "you are wandering about at an early age it is really a pity!" and without waiting for an answer, added "Go to my house, bid them give you something for breakfast, after mass, I will speak to you."
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