Subject: doz.

From: "Laurence Smart" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2006 20:56:55 -0500

La Marquise, in deference to heryoung American guest, spoke English from the beginning. If ever I get my fingers on zat gentleman I sink he vill rememberme! I meck my vife jalouse, and zen zere isno peace. For a moment her weight was strong andpalpable in his arms. I give it to you, he say, and zen all ze ozzergirls vill vant vun, too. Ill go just to see what new trick orscheme you and this other woman are framing up.
Il faut manger, she saidcoarsely, and applied herself again to knife and fork. Again the oldquestion had returned in all its naked desolation: Why here?
You got yourself into this, now you get out of it.
How motch you vant for zat picture of Le Maréchal?
All I cansay is, I leave it, my dear, in Paris vit my son Paul ven I vaszere. La Marquise, in deference to heryoung American guest, spoke English from the beginning. The butler returned with several large square photographs, bowed,and gave them to his mistress.
The old womans eyes were suddenly sharp with apprehension. I shall take you with methis morning and introduce you to two nice girls.
He is at present, I regretto say, at Paris, but I have written informing him of your presencehere.
All I cansay is, I leave it, my dear, in Paris vit my son Paul ven I vaszere.
Until then, ever sincerely yours,MATHILDE, MARQUISE DE MORNAYE. Shethrust a copy of LAction Française into his hands. Listen, my friend, the Countess spoke gently and patiently as shewould speak to a child.