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1 17| she desired to settle upon Sabine~de Grandlieu. Felicite had
2 17| youngest but one, the pretty Sabine, just twenty years old,
3 17| disposable daughter left. It was Sabine on whom Felicite resolved~
4 17| intended it for the home of Sabine and~Calyste if her plans
5 17| Madame de~Rochefide and Sabine de Grandlieu, who was certainly
6 17| have obtained from him. Sabine~herself was greatly pleased
7 17| proposed to him a marriage with Sabine de Grandlieu. Still, while~
8 17| the~assembled families, Sabine de Grandlieu entered the
9 17| Thomas~d'Aquin, Calyste and Sabine got into their pretty travelling-carriage,~
10 17| upon the sea of life! Poor Sabine! at the mercy of a~man who
11 17| take my~place to my dear Sabine."~ ~On the box of the bridal
12 17| barrier.~ ~"Well, good-bye, Sabine," said the duchess; "remember
13 17| The first three~letters of Sabine to her mother will depict
14 17| husband's heart, do not,~as Sabine did, discover this at once.
15 17| of young~girls who, like Sabine, are truly virgin at heart,
16 17| use their opera-glasses. Sabine was a girl of this school,
17 17| these gifts of race made Sabine de Grandlieu as~interesting
18 17| here~abridging.~ ~"My dear Sabine," he said, "I want you to
19 17| Saint-~Thomas d'Aquin, your Sabine was in the rather false
20 17| of BrittanyAdieu.~ ~Your Sabine.~ ~ ~Guerande, May, 1838.~ ~
21 18| between husband and wife. Sabine thought of a love marriage
22 18| Paris in December, 1838.~Sabine installed herself in the
23 18| excitements and interludes. Sabine,~considered happy by her
24 18| summer, in August, 1840, Sabine had~nearly reached the period
25 18| Calyste, on whose forehead Sabine could not endure~to see
26 18| motion, and the Unknown. Sabine was duty, dulness, and the~
27 18| loyalty, the first thought of Sabine's husband was to~leave the
28 18| his dignity as a husband, Sabine's~defence, and a harsh word
29 18| of seductive tingling.~ ~"Sabine never knew how to stir my
30 18| angel. When he was told that Sabine had long been in bed he
31 18| which love had~bestowed upon Sabine. When by chance a man is
32 18| sort of inspection to which Sabine would have~recourse. When
33 18| sometimes during the~day, Sabine would ask him, "Do you still
34 18| with joy on learning that Sabine~feared the croup, and was
35 18| found nothing to protect in Sabine, she was irreproachable;
36 18| an utter renunciation of Sabine. Nothing else could~reassure
37 18| regard the sacrifice of~Sabine as a small matter, she knew
38 18| Let me write a note to Sabine; otherwise she will wait
39 18| was writing.~ ~"/My dear Sabine/"~ ~"'My dear'?can you really
40 18| and~dine with your dear Sabine."~ ~Calyste flung himself
41 19| him till half-past twelve, Sabine had gone to bed~overwhelmed
42 19| uneasiness~subsided, and Sabine came with a smiling face,
43 19| he overdid the part; but Sabine had not reached the stage~
44 19| life, my Calyste," said Sabine. "Young noblemen in~these
45 19| young women, Ursula and Sabine, had been won to this~friendship
46 19| I must~warn Savinien," Sabine was thinking, "I am sure
47 19| her mind like a flash, and~Sabine scolded herself for having
48 19| return, of~fibbing in case Sabine should question the vicomtesse.
49 19| prepare for themselves, Sabine~was at a window which looked
50 19| come from, dear angel?" Sabine said to Calyste, meeting~
51 19| Zephirine have~contributed."~ ~Sabine clasped him in her arms,
52 19| from their inclining urns. Sabine burst into~tears.~ ~Suddenly
53 19| Calyste, after he had brought Sabine back~to consciousness by
54 19| rushed out. The moment Sabine heard the closing of~the
55 19| Madame de Portenduere. Sabine felt that her ideas were
56 19| reaction had succeeded in poor Sabine this first paroxysm of madness.~ ~"
57 19| tears began to flow from Sabine's eyes which had~hitherto
58 19| letter,~the perfume of which Sabine again inhaled, was at first
59 19| understanding it, in spite of Sabine's incoherent attempts to
60 19| thought to herself. "Trust me, Sabine," she~cried. "Wait for my
61 19| ll love you," exclaimed Sabine.~ ~The viscountess went
62 19| woman of my age. I know how Sabine loves her husband;~you are
63 19| dressing-table."~ ~"But /that?/" said Sabine, holding out to her mother
64 19| once informed. She left Sabine to~the care of Madame de
65 19| Calyste in the salon.~ ~"Sabine's life is at stake, monsieur,"
66 19| such a clumsy manner that Sabine has guessed the~truth. But
67 19| circles round your eyes?" Sabine~said to him in a feeble
68 19| and completely deceived Sabine.~ ~ ~"Monsieur," she said,
69 19| cheeks~and whispered:~ ~"Sabine, you are an angel!"~ ~Two
70 19| have betrayed my happiness. Sabine nearly died of it; her~milk
71 20| habits of the honeymoon, Sabine discovered that her husband~
72 20| after the first crisis, Sabine received~this terrible letter:~ ~
73 20| is happy," etc. etc.~ ~Sabine wrote across this letter
74 20| letter and read it. Seeing Sabine's sentence and~recognizing
75 20| he had never received it. Sabine spent a~whole week in an
76 20| like~that in which poor Sabine nearly succumbed, returns
77 20| vigorous resistance. So Sabine, sure of her betrayal, spent
78 20| Portenduere accompanied Sabine to the peristyle and put~
79 20| situations like that of Sabine, women~curse the pleasures
80 20| of this terrible rivalry, Sabine studied her husband~when
81 20| he had stayed at~home! Sabine made herself caressing and
82 20| be looking for something. Sabine could not at first~imagine
83 20| favorable to faded faces; so Sabine had a screen, but hers was~
84 20| dinner in a way to drive Sabine~frantic; he would motion
85 20| mouthfuls.~ ~"Wasn't it good?" Sabine would ask, in despair at
86 20| the things of the heart. Sabine studied her~attitudes, her
87 20| trouble lasted nearly a month. Sabine, assisted by~Mariotte and
88 20| s cook, and before long, Sabine gave Calyste the same fare,~
89 20| find.~ ~"Ah!" exclaimed Sabine, as she woke the next morning, "
90 20| called indifference.~But all Sabine's courage abandoned her
91 20| spite of all you can do, Sabine, you'll never be anything
92 21| for these terrible stakes Sabine grew thin; grief consumed~
93 21| weak condition~in which Sabine now took satisfaction. She
94 21| scene of her~martyrdom. Sabine, however, maintained the
95 21| Clotilde and the duchess, Sabine gave utterance to the supreme~
96 21| of doing~wrong," replied Sabine. "A woman's vengeance should
97 21| Calyste unhappy?" asked Sabine, looking anxiously at the~
98 21| when led by love," replied Sabine, making a sort of~moral
99 21| mother, Clotilde leaned~over Sabine and said in her ear: "You
100 21| the infidels."~ ~"Well, Sabine," said the duchess, taking
101 21| supplication. Good-bye, my dear Sabine; above~all things, do not
102 21| You know that my daughter Sabine is dying of grief; Monsieur
103 21| Madame de~Rochefide."~ ~"Sabine is only too gentle; she
104 22| to struggle there,~like Sabine du Guenic, by practising (
105 24| Juste and his wife, Calyste, Sabine,~and I. I will leave Clotilde
106 25| daughter, she again listened to Sabine's dithyrambics~inlaid with
107 25| behaved with Madame Schontz as Sabine~with Calyste, and Calyste
108 26| has taken out a~passport. Sabine wants to follow them, surprise
109 26| the world~to me. Abandon Sabine, and let us live in Switzerland,
110 26| the Grandlieus. To desert Sabine, to whom~Mademoiselle des
111 26| had not seen her~daughter Sabine since the morning when this
112 26| Calyste in his~bath, with Sabine beside him working at some
113 26| good, dear mamma," replied Sabine, raising her eyes,~radiant
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