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" And now he was
running away from her. The thought was repugnant to him on two
scores. He was breaking his pledged word, and he was acting like a
coward. And there was more than that. He had led the mercenary
little strumpet - it was thus he thought of her at present, and
with some justice - to expect favours from him in addition to the
lavish awards which already he had made her. The baggage had almost
sought to drive a bargain with him as to her future. He was to take
her to Paris, put her into her own furniture - as the expression
ran, and still runs - and under the shadow of his powerful
protection see that the doors of the great theatres of the capital
should be opened to her talents. He had not - he was thankful to
reflect - exactly committed himself. But neither had he definitely
refused her. It became necessary now to come to an understanding,
since he was compelled to choose between his trivial passion for
her - a passion quenched already - and his deep, almost spiritual
devotion to Mademoiselle de Kercadiou.


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