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Updated: June 2, 2025
He shrugged his shoulders, "I tried to read it, and couldn't. But they say it's one of her best. If you want it, there it is." She took it reluctantly, and moved on along the downward path, he following, and the dog beside them. "Have you read the other book?" he asked her. "'Julie de Trecoeur? Yes." "What did you think of it?" "It was magnificent!" she said shortly, with a quickened breath.
Madame de Trecoeur had lived with her husband in an atmosphere of unhealthy storms, where she felt out of place, and, as it were, degraded. He tormented her with his remorse almost as much as he did with his faults.
Monsieur de Lucan had been Clotilde's husband for several months when the rumor spread among society that Mademoiselle de Trecoeur, formerly known as such an incarnate little devil, was about taking the vail in the convent of the Faubourg Saint Germain, to which she had withdrawn before her mother's marriage. That rumor was well founded.
She had a private room which she filled with the portraits of her father and with a thousand personal souvenirs, around which she kept up flowers. Madame de Trecoeur, like the greater number of young girls who marry their cousins, had married very young.
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