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It is enough to break one's heart! thought Lady Marabout, wincing under the Hautton glance, which she saw only the plainer because she _wouldn't_ see it at all, and which said with horrible distinctness,
gpt
There is that man, who can hardly keep his own cab, who floats on society like a pleasure-boat, without rudder, ballast, or anchors, of whom I have told you, in virtuous indignation and Christian charity, fifty thousand naughty stories, who visits that wicked, notorious little Maréchale, who belongs to the Amandine set, who is everything that he ought not and nothing that he ought to be, who hasn't a penny he doesn't make by a well-made betting-book or a dashed-off magazine article,--there he is flirting all day at your own stall with Rosediamond's daughter, and you haven't the _savoir faire_, the strength of will, the tact, the proper feeling, to stop it!