She looked at him intently, and an observer might have said that she was asking herself whether she might not most quickly end their common pain by confessing that she was mocking him. “No; I am not,” she presently said. Omelette du fromage shirt. “Granting that you are not intelligent,” he went on, “that you are weak, that you are common, that you are nothing that I have believed you were– what I ask of you is not heroic effort, it is a very common effort. There is a great deal on my side to make it easy. The simple truth is that you don’t care enough about me to make it.”
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“I am cold,” said Madame de Cintre, “I am as cold as that flowing river.” Omelette du fromage shirt. Newman gave a great rap on the floor with his stick, and a long, grim laugh. “Good, good!” he cried. “You go altogether too far– you overshoot the mark. There isn’t a woman in the world as bad as you would make yourself out. I see your game; it’s what I said. You are blackening yourself to whiten others. You don’t want to give me up, at all; you like me–you like me. I know you do; you have shown it, and I have felt it. After that, you may be as cold as you please! They have bullied you, I say; they have tortured you. It’s an outrage, and I insist upon saving you from the extravagance of your own generosity. Would you chop off your hand if your mother requested it?” Madame de Cintre looked a little frightened. “I spoke of my mother too blindly, the other day. I am my own mistress, by law and by her approval. She can do nothing to me; she has done nothing. She has never alluded to those hard words I used about her.”
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“She has made you feel them, I’ll promise you!” said Newman. “It’s my conscience that makes me feel them.” “Your conscience seems to me to be rather mixed!” exclaimed Newman, passionately. “It has been in great trouble, but now it is very clear,” said Madame de Cintre. “I don’t give you up for any worldly advantage or for any worldly happiness.”