She was not by nature bad, although vain, selfish, and aspiring.
Her footstool was the hearts of men, and upon it she set hard her
beautiful feet, indifferent to the anguish caused by her capricious
tyranny. She was cold and calculating under the warm passions of a
voluptuous nature. Although many might believe they had won the
favor, none felt sure they had gained the love of this fair,
capricious girl.
CHAPTER IV.
CONFIDENCES.
Angelique took the arm of Amelie in her old, familiar schoolgirl
way, and led her to the sunny corner of a bastion where lay a
dismounted cannon.
The girls sat down upon the old gun. Angelique held Amelie by both
hands, as if hesitating how to express something she wished to say.
Still, when Angelique did speak, it was plain to Amelie that she had
other things on her mind than what her tongue gave loose to.
"Now we are quite alone, Amelie," said she, "we can talk as we used
to do in our school-days. You have not been in the city during the
whole summer, and have missed all its gaieties?"
"I was well content.
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