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conversations.value: a title for a book about Louis, France, Justin with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'These Old Shades'
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book titled These Old Shades about Louis, France, Justin with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: These Old Shades: Fortune favours Justin Alastair, the uncanny and notorious Duke of Avon, casting in his way, one Paris night, the means to revenge himself on his enemy, the Comte de Saint-Vire.\nAvon literally collides with an abused boy, Léon Bonnard, whose red hair, deep blue eyes and (improbably) black eyebrows proclaim him a child of the Comte.\nNot knowing if the boy is a legitimate child or a "natural" (bastard) child, Avon purchases the boy from his brother, a tavern keeper.\nHe takes the boy as his page, and Léon follows him to society\'s highest functions, and even goes to a Court party held by Louis XV, where he sees the king himself (who looks just like the coins, he says), views the Queen, and sees Madame de Pompadour.\nWhile at Versailles, the Duke displays Léon before the Comte\'s wife and his son and heir.\nHe notes the resemblance of the son, Henri, to Léon\'s brother, Jean Bonnard, a tavern keeper.\nHe also notes that the boy, Léon\'s age, prefers rural life, and wants to be a farmer.\nAfter this excursion to Versailles, the Comte sends one of his satellites to purchase the page, but Avon refuses.\nThe Duke\'s friend, Hugh Davenant, tries to persuade Avon to give him the page; they both have realised, separately, that the boy Léon is actually the girl Léonie.\nThe Duke journeys into Champagne, where Léonie has grown up, to meet a childhood mentor, the village priest who educated her.\nThis old man confirms to him that the Bonnard family came originally from the same province, indeed, from one of the estates, as the Comte de Saint-Vire.\nThe Duke\'s desire for revenge soon turns to passion for justice as Léon – or rather, Léonie – has endeared herself to him.\nHe takes her home to England and teaches her to be a girl again, under the name of Léonie de Bonnard.\nAfter an attempt to lure Léonie from Avon Court fails, the Comte kidnaps her and carries her to France.\nLéonie escapes from him with the help of the Duke\'s younger brother, Lord Rupert, and seeks refuge at an inn where Avon finds her and rescues her from a second attempt to abduct her.\nIn the meantime, Fanny Marling, the Duke\'s sister, and her husband, join the party in France.\nThe Comte is forced to bide his time while Léonie makes her Parisian debut under the aegis of Lady Fanny.\nShe becomes the toast of Paris, and the Comte and his wife watch helplessly, waiting for Avon to take his revenge.\nA rumour comes to Léonie\'s ears that she is the Comte\'s illegitimate child—the family likeness is very striking.\nWhen she confronts him with it, the Comte realises he has a chance to turn the tables on Avon.\nAdmitting the rumour, the Comte tries to persuade Léonie he abducted her to save her.\nShe does not believe him, but his threat to use her to harm Avon\'s reputation makes her agree to go away where no one will ever find her.\nShe takes refuge with her old tutor, the priest in her home village.\nAvon swiftly realises what the Comte has done.\nAt a party with the Paris nobility watching, Avon tells her pathetic story as a fable and the Parisian high society, to their growing horror, realise the truth: that Léonie is indeed the Comte\'s legitimate daughter and that she was switched at birth with a farm labourer\'s son to prevent the Comte\'s detested brother from inheriting the Comte\'s title.\nAvon tells them how she suffered from the Comte\'s actions and of his threat to use her to hurt the man she loves.\nThen, with a twist, he lets them believe that Léonie has drowned herself in the Seine.\nThis breaks her mother, whose open grief betrays the Comte\'s guilt.\nKnowing he is ruined in society, the Comte shoots himself.\nHis despised brother becomes the new Comte.\nWith no difficulty, Avon traces Léonie to her childhood home in the country.\nShe is glad her father is dead, but refuses to go back to her life in Paris.\nShe doesn\'t want her family back – she wants Avon, but he knows his tainted reputation makes him unworthy of her.\nShe doesn\'t care.\nAvon returns to Paris in triumph to present his new duchess, Léonie.\nDevil\'s Cub follows These Old Shades with the adventures of Avon\'s and Léonie\'s son Dominic, a shockingly selfish and indulged young man who elopes with a poor relation of one of his father\'s friends.\nAn Infamous Army completes the story with the Duke of Avon\'s great-granddaughter, Barbara, marrying the hero of An Infamous Army.\nAn Infamous Army is also a sequel to Regency Buck.
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conversations.value: These Old Shades
  Saint-Vire half rose from his chair, and sank back again. People were beginning to look questioningly at one another.
  Saint-Vire's underlip was caught between his teeth, but he sat perfectly still, apparently listening with only a casual interest. There were many shocked eyes upon him, but he made no sign. In the doorway Rupert fingered his sword-hilt lovingly.
  Madame de Saint-Vire was sitting straight in her chair now, gripping its arms with her fingers. Her lips moved soundlessly; she was very near to breaking point, and it was evident that this part of the tale was new to her.
  There were very few people in the room now who did not understand the tale; horror was in many faces; the silence was complete. Condé was leaning forward in his chair, his face grim and anxious.
  A choked scream rang out, piercing and shrill. Madame de Saint-Vire came to her feet as though forced, and stumbled forward like one distraught.
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conversations.value: Then there was a deafening report, a woman screamed, and Rupert strode forward, and flung his handkerchief over Saint-Vire's shattered head. He and Merivale bent over the Comte's body, and his Grace came slowly up to them, and stood for a moment looking down at that which had been Saint-Vire. At the far end of the room a woman was in hysterics. His Grace met Davenant's eyes.
  Into the village of Bassincourt once again rode his Grace of Avon, upon a hired horse. He was dressed in breeches of buff cloth, and a coat of dull purple velvet, laced with gold. His high spurred boots were dusty; he carried his gloves in one hand, with his long riding crop. Into the market-place he came, from the Saumur road, and reined in as he met the uneven cobblestones. The villagers, and the farmers' wives who had come into Bassincourt for the market, gaped at him, as they had gaped before, and whispered, one to the other.
  The horse picked its way towards the Curé's house, and there stopped. His Grace looked round, and, seeing a small boy standing near to him, beckoned, and swung himself lightly down from the saddle.
  His Grace opened the little gate that led into the Curé's garden, and walked up the neat path to the front door. As before the rosy-cheeked housekeeper admitted him. She recognised him, and dropped a curtsy.
  The Curé smiled. 'My son, in a little while I think I should have broken my promise to her and sent a message to you. She suffers – ah, but how she suffers. And that villain – that Saint-Vire?'
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conversations.value: And that villain – that Saint-Vire?'. She suffers – ah, but how she suffers. 'My son, in a little while I think I should have broken my promise to her and sent a message to you.
  The Curé smiled. She recognised him, and dropped a curtsy. As before the rosy-cheeked housekeeper admitted him.
  His Grace opened the little gate that led into the Curé's garden, and walked up the neat path to the front door. His Grace looked round, and, seeing a small boy standing near to him, beckoned, and swung himself lightly down from the saddle.
  The horse picked its way towards the Curé's house, and there stopped. The villagers, and the farmers' wives who had come into Bassincourt for the market, gaped at him, as they had gaped before, and whispered, one to the other. Into the market-place he came, from the Saumur road, and reined in as he met the uneven cobblestones. His high spurred boots were dusty; he carried his gloves in one hand, with his long riding crop. He was dressed in breeches of buff cloth, and a coat of dull purple velvet, laced with gold.
  Into the village of Bassincourt once again rode his Grace of Avon, upon a hired horse. His Grace met Davenant's eyes. At the far end of the room a woman was in hysterics. He and Merivale bent over the Comte's body, and his Grace came slowly up to them, and stood for a moment looking down at that which had been Saint-Vire.Then there was a deafening report, a woman screamed, and Rupert strode forward, and flung his handkerchief over Saint-Vire's shattered head
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conversations.value: The door was flung open, and his Grace of Avon stood upon the threshold, booted and spurred, and great-coated. Beside him, her hand in his, was Léonie, flushed and radiant. She had shed her cloak and hat, and her bright curls were tumbled.
  There was an outcry. Fanny ran forward, exclaiming incoherently; Rupert waved his napkin over his head.
  His Grace raised one white hand, holding them in check. A curiously proud smile hovered above his mouth.
  A hush fell. In the doorway, shrinking, Madame de Saint-Vire stood, her eyes fixed on Léonie. There was a moment's uncomfortable silence. Then Léonie went forward, and put out her hand with pretty hesitancy.
  Madame gave a shattering sob, and clung to her. Léonie put an arm about her waist, and led her quietly out.