I hate paragons of women, and
would scorn to be one, but I tell you, brother, Amelie is a paragon
of a girl, without knowing it!"
"Hum, I never tried my hand on a paragon: I should like to do so,"
replied he, with a smile of decided confidence in his powers. "I
fancy they are just like other women when you can catch them with
their armor off."
"Yes, but women like Amelie never lay off their armor! They seem
born in it, like Minerva. But your vanity will not let you believe
me, Renaud! So go try her, and tell me your luck! She won't
scratch you, nor scold. Amelie is a lady, and will talk to you like
a queen. But she will give you a polite reply to your proposal that
will improve your opinions of our sex."
"You are mocking me, Angelique, as you always do! One never knows
when you are in jest or when in earnest. Even when you get angry,
it is often unreal and for a purpose! I want you to be serious for
once. The fortune of the Tillys and De Repentignys is the best in
New France, and we can make it ours if you will help me.
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