She was like a spoiled and wilful child
which will neither have a thing nor let it go. She would discard
her lover and still retain his love! and felt irritated and even
jealous when she heard of his departure to Tilly with his sister,
who had thus, apparently, more influence to take him away from the
city than Angelique had to keep him there.
But her mind was especially worked upon almost to madness by the
ardent professions of love, with the careful avoidance of any
proposal of marriage, on the part of the Intendant. She had
received his daily visits with a determination to please and
fascinate him. She had dressed herself with elaborate care, and no
woman in New France equalled Angelique in the perfection of her
attire. She studied his tastes in her conversation and demeanor,
which were free beyond even her wont, because she saw that a manner
bold and unconstrained took best with him. Angelique's free style
was the most perfect piece of acting in the world. She laughed
loudly at his wit, and heard without blushes his double entendres
and coarse jests, not less coarse because spoken in the polished
dialect of Paris.
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