20/29 I loved you, monsieur. Oh! this is not a time to consider words. If I am bold and unmaidenly, I--I--" "Neither bold nor unmaidenly, but--oh, the sweetest damsel in all France, my Roxalanne!" I broke in, coming to her aid. "Mine was a leprous, sinful soul, child, when I came into Languedoc. I had no faith in any human good, and I looked as little for an honest man or a virtuous woman as one looks for honey in a nettle. |