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Excerpt from A Marriage Under the Terror
T was high noon on a mid-august morning of the year 1792, but Jeanne, the waiting-maid, had only just set the coffee down on the small table within the ruelle Of Mme de Montargis'' magnificent bed. Great ladies did not trouble themselves to rise too early in those days, and a beauty who has been a beauty for twenty years was not more anxious then than now to face the un?attering freshness of the morning air. Laure de Montargis stirred in the shadow of her brocaded curtains, put out a white hand for the cup, sipped from it, murmured that the coffee was cold, and pushed it from her With a fretful exclamation that made Jeanne frown as She drew the tan-coloured curtains and let in the mid-day glare. Madame had been up late, Madame had lost at faro, and her servants would have to put up with Heaven alone knew how many megrims in consequence. Madame suffers? Inquired Jeanne Obsequiously, but with pursed lips.
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T was high noon on a mid-august morning of the year 1792, but Jeanne, the waiting-maid, had only just set the coffee down on the small table within the ruelle Of Mme de Montargis'' magnificent bed. Great ladies did not trouble themselves to rise too early in those days, and a beauty who has been a beauty for twenty years was not more anxious then than now to face the un?attering freshness of the morning air. Laure de Montargis stirred in the shadow of her brocaded curtains, put out a white hand for the cup, sipped from it, murmured that the coffee was cold, and pushed it from her With a fretful exclamation that made Jeanne frown as She drew the tan-coloured curtains and let in the mid-day glare. Madame had been up late, Madame had lost at faro, and her servants would have to put up with Heaven alone knew how many megrims in consequence. Madame suffers? Inquired Jeanne Obsequiously, but with pursed lips.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Language - English
Hardback
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Patricia Wentworth
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ISBN - 9780265257678
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 2.1 cm
Page Count - 392
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Patricia Wentworth
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ISBN - 9781331487098
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 2.1 cm
Page Count - 394
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