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"The heiress of Henry Allegre," I murmured.
"Precisely. But John wouldn't be marrying the heiress of Henry
Allegre."
It was the first time that the frank word, the clear idea, came
into the conversation and it made me feel ill with a sort of
enraged faintness.
"No," I said. "It would be Mme. de Lastaola then."
"Mme. la Comtesse de Lastaola as soon as she likes after the
success of this war."
"And you believe in its success?"
"Do you?"
"Not for a moment," I declared, and was surprised to see her look
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"The heiress of Henry Allegre," I murmured.
"Precisely. But John wouldn't be marrying the heiress of Henry
Allegre."
It was the first time that the frank word, the clear idea, came
into the conversation and it made me feel ill with a sort of
enraged faintness.
"No," I said. "It would be Mme. de Lastaola then."
"Mme. la Comtesse de Lastaola as soon as she likes after the
success of this war."
"And you believe in its success?"
"Do you?"
"Not for a moment," I declared, and was surprised to see her look
pleased.
She was an aristocrat to the tips of her fingers; she really didn't
care for anybody. She had passed through the Empire, she had lived
through a siege, had rubbed shoulders with the Commune, had seen
everything, no doubt, of what men are capable in the pursuit of
their desires or in the extremity of their distress, for love, for
money, and even for honour; and in her precarious connection with
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