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"You have made but a sad exchange, my love."
"Would I for all the world recall what I have done? Have I ever
repented? Shall I ever repent? No; not though your body were brought
breathless to your own hall door, would I exchange my right to mourn
over it, for the lot of the happiest bride just stepping from the altar
in all the pride of loveliness and rank?"
"My own true love. But tell me, what is this you mean about Marie.
Surely she is not betrothed without my knowledge."
"Betrothed! Oh, no! Nor won, nor wooed, as far as I believe; but we
women, Charles, see through each other's little secrets. I think she is
not indifferent to Henri Larochejaquelin; and how should she be! How few
she sees from whom to choose; and if all France were before her feet,
how could she make a better choice than him."
"Poor Marie, from my heart I pity her; in any other times than these,
how I would have gloried to have given Henri my sister; but now, these
are no times to marry, or to give in marriage. Henri has stern, hard
work to do, and he is bent on doing it; ay, and he will do it.
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