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Then she had made no mistake; it had been her flight from Madame Strahlberg's which had led to her being attacked by one man, and defended by the other! Jacqueline found it hard to recognize herself in this tissue of lies, insinuations, and half-truths. What did the paper mean its readers to understand by its account? Was it a jealous rivalry between herself and Madame Strahlberg?
She told of the scandalous intimacy with Madame Strahlberg; of her expulsion from the convent, where they had discovered, even before she left, that she had been in the habit of visiting undesirable persons; and finally she informed him that Jacqueline had gone to Italy with an old Yankee and his daughter he being a man, it was said, who had laid the foundation of his colossal fortune by keeping a bar-room in a mining camp in California.
Then she had made no mistake; it had been her flight from Madame Strahlberg's which had led to her being attacked by one man, and defended by the other! Jacqueline found it hard to recognize herself in this tissue of lies, insinuations, and half-truths. What did the paper mean its readers to understand by its account? Was it a jealous rivalry between herself and Madame Strahlberg?
Was it to benefit the poor that that odious Countess Strahlberg made all those disreputable grimaces? I have seen kermesses got up by actresses, and, upon my word, they were good form in comparison." "Oh! Countess Strahlberg!
Never had she been so worthy of regard and interest as at the very time when her friends were saying sadly to themselves, "She is going to the bad," and when, from all appearances, they were right in this conclusion. Jacqueline came to the conclusion that she had better seriously consult Madame Strahlberg.
And thereupon ensued an address to which Jacqueline listened, leaning one hand on a balustrade of that enchanted garden, while the voice of the serpent, as she thought, was ringing in her ears. Her limbs shook under her her brain reeled. All her hopes of success as a singer on the stage Madame Strahlberg swept away, as not worth a thought.
At the door of the room in which she was to sleep, and which was on the first story, Madame Strahlberg kissed her with one of those equivocal smiles which so long had imposed on her simplicity. "Till eight o'clock, then." "Till eight o'clock," repeated Jacqueline, passively. But when eight o'clock came she sent word that she had a severe headache, and would try to sleep it off.
And when I warned her against Madame Strahlberg, saying that she might set her a very bad example, she answered: 'I may have had worse. I suppose that was not meant for impertinence either!" "I don't know," said Hubert Marien, biting his lips doubtfully, "but " He was silent a few moments, his head drooped on his breast, he was in some painful reverie. "Go on.
"Wanda," interrupted Jacqueline, "did you not know what happened once?" "Happened, how? About what?" asked Madame Strahlberg, with an air of innocence. "I am speaking of the way Monsieur de Cymier treated me." "Bah! He was in love with you. Who didn't know it? Every one could see that. It was all the more reason why you should have been glad to meet him."
Madame Strahlberg had already urged Jacqueline to come and make acquaintance with her "paradise," without giving her any hint of the delights of that paradise, from which that of gambling was not excluded, for Madame Strahlberg was eager for any kind of excitement.
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