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"Pshaw! as if she would refuse me if you only acted a sister's part!
But you are impenetrable as a rock, and the whole of your fickle sex
could not match your vanity and caprice, Angelique."
She rose quickly with a provoked air.
"You are getting so complimentary to my poor sex, Renaud," said she,
"that I must really leave you to yourself, and I could scarcely
leave you in worse company."
"You are so bitter and sarcastic upon one!" replied he, tartly; "my
only desire was to secure a good fortune for you, and another for
myself. I don't see, for my part, what women are made for, except
to mar everything a man wants to do for himself and for them!"
"Certainly everything should be done for us, brother; but I have no
defence to make for my sex, none! I dare say we women deserve all
that men think of us, but then it is impolite to tell us so to our
faces. Now, as I advised you, Renaud, I would counsel you to study
gardening, and you may one day arrive at as great distinction as the
Marquis de Vandriere--you may cultivate chou chou if you cannot
raise a bride like Amelie de Repentigny.
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