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What will be their disappointment! she said. 'I intend to stop for an hour at Rouen on my way back, said Beauchamp. She asked if her belle-soeur was aware of the short limitation of his visit. He had not mentioned it to Madame la Marquise. 'Perhaps you may be moved by the grief of a friend: Renee may persuade you to stay. 'I came imagining I could be of some use to Madame la Marquise.
What happy hours we should have chattered away, lost in the mazes of uncertainty, enjoying in anticipation all the delights and horrors of a first meeting in the silence of night, under the noble lime-trees of the Chaulieu mansion, with the moonlight dancing through the leaves! As I sat alone, every nerve tingling, I cried, "Oh! Renee, where are you?"
The unctuous axioms of social morality are only used to cloak her disappointment." Ah! Renee, the best of happiness is that it needs no dogma and no fine words to pave the way; it speaks for itself, while theory has been piled upon theory to justify the system of women's vassalage and thralldom.
"I don't know anything about that," replied Renee; "but, M. de Villefort, you have promised me have you not? always to show mercy to those I plead for." "Make yourself quite easy on that point," answered Villefort, with one of his sweetest smiles; "you and I will always consult upon our verdicts."
Renee came to borrow; Erma laughed merrily; Mame wept over the condition of her clothes which looked as though they were fresh from the French tailor; Josephine grew eloquent on moonlight, love-stories, and kindred subjects; Mellie Wright came and went like a gentle ray of sunshine.
What modern literature I have read all turns upon love, the subject which used to bulk so largely in our thoughts, because it seemed that our fate was determined by man and for man. But how inferior are these authors to two little girls, known as Sweetheart and Darling otherwise Renee and Louise. Ah! my love, what wretched plots, what ridiculous situations, and what poverty of sentiment!
He bowed over the fingers. 'Until to-morrow, madame. 'Adieu! said Renee. The foggy February night refreshed his head, and the business of fetching the luggage from the hotel a commission that necessitated the delivery of his card and some very commanding language kept his mind in order.
Beauchamp sprang to his feet and bent above her: 'You have come to me, for the love of me, to give yourself to me, and for ever, for good, till death? Speak, my beloved Renee. Her eyes were raised to his: 'You see me here. It is for you to speak. 'I do. There's nothing I ask for now if the step can't be retrieved. 'The step retrieved, my friend? There is no step backward in life.
Come, then, we beg of you, and with your beauty and your grace, your playful fancy and your noble soul, enact the part of good fairy to my son and heir. You will thus, madame, add undying gratitude to the respectful regard of Your very humble, obedient servant, LOUIS DE L'ESTORADE. XXX. LOUISE DE MACUMER TO RENEE DE L'ESTORADE January 1826.
'No: you know what a headache is, Rosamund replied. It is true that we do not care to eat when we are in pain. He asked if she looked ill. 'She will not have lights in the room, said Rosamund. Piecemeal he gained the picture of Renee in an image of the death within which welcomed a death without. Rosamund was impatient with him for speaking of medical aid. These men!
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