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Despair.
As soon as the king was gone La Valliere raised herself from the ground, and stretched out her arms, as if to follow and detain him, but when, having violently closed the door, the sound of his retreating footsteps could be heard in the distance, she had hardly sufficient strength left to totter towards and fall at the foot of her crucifix.

There she remained, broken-hearted, absorbed, and overwhelmed by her grief, forgetful and indifferent to everything but her profound sorrow;--a grief she only vaguely realized--as though by instinct.

In the midst of this wild tumult of thoughts, La Valliere heard her door open again; she started, and turned round, thinking it was the king who had returned.
She was deceived, however, for it was Madame who appeared at the door.

What did she now care for Madame! Again she sank down, her head supported by her _prie-Dieu_ chair.