He was particularly ugly, and had to purchase small favours with great services.
But the man whom she really wished to marry was Count Saint Simon.

He would have married her if she had not given him false addresses to make enquiries respecting her birth.

The Preati family of Verona denied all knowledge of her, as a matter of course, and M.de Saint Simon, who, in spite of all his love, had not entirely lost his senses, had the courage to abandon her.

Altogether, Paris did not prove an 'el dorado' for my handsome countrywoman, for she was obliged to pledge her diamonds, and to leave them behind her.

After her return to Venice she married the son of the Uccelli, who sixteen years before had taken her out of her poverty.
She died ten years ago.
I was still taking my French lessons with my good old Crebillon; yet my style, which was full of Italianisms, often expressed the very reverse of what I meant to say.