lorded over your broad lands, believing myself to be heir to them?
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been Monsieur le Comte this and Monsieur le Comte that?
How the gods must have laughed as I walked forth among the great, arrogant in my pride of birth and riches! Poor fool! Surely, Monsieur, it must be as you say: Heaven and hell are of our own contriving.

Poor fool! And I have held my head so high, faced the world so fearlessly and contemptuously!.