Copyright 1904 by G. Barrie & Sons
DEATH OF RONCHEROLLE
"O my God! my father is dead!" cried the girl. Georget and his friendsadly hung their heads; thereupon Violette fell into Monsieur deBrévanne's arms.
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"I had fallen madly in love with Mademoiselle Lucienne Courtenay; youknow as well as I that her beauty and her charm attracted every eye. Ipaid my addresses to her, she welcomed my homage. In short, I believedthat she loved me as dearly as I loved her, and we were married.
"During the first year of our union, I was happy; but I began at last todiscover that my wife was not, as I thought, a model of affection andsensibility. Lucienne was coquettish, extremely coquettish; accustomedvery early to being flattered because of her beauty, she must needsalways be surrounded with homage, with compliments, with admirers! Dresswas her principal, I might even say her only, occupation. Amiable andplayful when she had her little court about her, my wife yawned and wasbored when we were alone. If I spoke to her of my love, she would replyby inquiring about some new fashion. Ah! Monsieur de Me