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Most of them, we are told, were bought by the 'intrepid book-hunter' M. Guyon de Sardières, whose whole library in its turn was engulphed in the miscellaneous collections of the Duc de la Vallière. An article in the Bibliophile Français contains a curious argument in favour of Diane de Poitiers, as being one of a band of devoted Frenchwomen who saved their country from foreign ideas.
"Have I not done much, much more? Have I not told you that I love you still?" She buried her face in her hands. "And to tell you that do you hear me, Louise? to tell you that, at such a moment as this, to tell you that, as I have told you, is to pronounce my own sentence of death. Adieu!" La Valliere held out her hands to him in vain.
You do me the honor to speak one language while I am speaking altogether another." "I beg your pardon, but I do not understand your meaning." "Forgive me, then; but I fancied I understood your highness to remark that De Guiche and De Wardes had fought on Mademoiselle de la Valliere's account?" "Certainly." "On account of Mademoiselle de la Valliere, I think you said?" repeated Manicamp.
"It appears that the queen, a little neglected since the death of her mother-in-law, complained to the king, who answered her, 'Do I not sleep at home every night, madame? What more do you expect?" "Ah!" said D'Artagnan, "poor woman! She must heartily hate Mademoiselle de la Valliere." "Oh, no! not Mademoiselle de la Valliere," replied the falconer.
We all know for what reason Le Roi Soleil addressed himself to the wooing of La Vallière. Louis fell genuinely in love with the decoy, not quite so Richard. But sometimes, when those proud lips meekly gave back his kisses, and that lofty beauty humbled itself to obey his will, he almost wished that he had never met the other.
There she remained, broken-hearted, absorbed, and overwhelmed by her grief, forgetful and indifferent to everything but her profound sorrow; a grief she only vaguely realized as though by instinct. In the midst of this wild tumult of thoughts, La Valliere heard her door open again; she started, and turned round, thinking it was the king who had returned.
He said that she also told him, "You have a great deal of money about you, but it does not belong to you;" and that he had actually in his pocket two hundred Louis for the Duc de La Valliere.
"The king wished, this evening, after the lottery, to see Mademoiselle de la Valliere." "Well, and he has seen her?" "No, indeed!" "What do you mean by that?" "The door was shut and locked." "So that " "So that the king was obliged to go back again, looking very sheepish, like a thief who has forgotten his crowbar." "Good." "And in the third place?" inquired Montalais.
"Montalais must be as much embarrassed as La Valliere and yourself." "Less so, for she is less compromised, having said less." "That does not matter; she will help you, I dare say, by deviating a little from the exact truth." "Especially if she knows that your highness is kind enough to interest yourself about me." "Very well, I think I have discovered what it is best for you all to pretend."
Was not Madame La Valliere ill-made, blear-eyed, tallow-complexioned, scraggy, and with hair like tow? Was not Wilkes the ugliest, charmingest, most successful man in the world? Such instances might be carried out so as to fill a volume; but cui bono?
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