She who was accustomed to think herself the centre of the universe, imagining that events ought to revolve around her desires and tastes, had suffered this cruel surprise with more astonishment than grief.
"And you, how do you think I look ?" Marguerite queried.
"I must tell you that the fashion has changed.

The sheath skirt has passed away.

Now it is worn short and with more fullness." Desnoyers had to interest himself in her apparel with the same devotion, mixing his appreciation of the latest freak of the fashion-monger with his eulogies of Marguerite's beauty.
"Have you thought much about me ?" she continued.

"You have not been unfaithful to me a single time?
Not even once?
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