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We are not adamant, said I, taking hold of her handand there is need of all restraints, till age in her own time steals in and lays them on usbut, my dear lady, said I, kissing her handtis too,too soon I declare I had the credit all over Paris of unperverting Madame de V***She affirmed to Mons. D*** and Abbe M***, that in one half hour I had said more for revealed religion, than all their Encyclopedia had said against itI was listed directly into Madame de V***s Coterieand she put off the epocha of deism for two years. I remember it was in this Coterie, in the middle of a discourse, in which I was shewing the necessity of a first cause, that the young Count de Faineant took me by the hand to the furthest corner of the room, to tell me my solitaire was pinnd too strait about my neckIt should be plus badinant, said the Count, looking down upon his ownbut a word, Mons. Yorick, to the wise And from the wise, Mons. le Count, replied I, making him a bowis enough. The Count de Faineant embraced me with more ardour than ever I was embraced by mortal man. For three weeks together, I was of every mans opinion I metPardi! ce Mons. Yorick a autant desprit que nous autresIl raisonne bien, said anotherCest un bon enfant, said a thirdAnd at this price I could have eaten and drank and been merry all the days of my life at Paris; but twas a dishonest reckoningI grew ashamed of itIt was the gain of a slaveevery sentiment of honour revolted against itthe higher I got, the more was I forced upon my beggarly systemthe better the Coteriethe mere children of ArtI languishd for those of Nature; and one night after a most vile prostitution of myself to half a dozen different people, I grew sickwent to bedorderd La Fleur to get me horses in the morning to set out for Italy. |
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