"She knows the whole secret, I do believe!" muttered he. "Argus
with his hundred eyes was a blind man compared to a woman's two eyes
sharpened by jealousy."
"The lady of Beaumanoir accuses me of no sin that I repent of!"
replied he. "True! I promised to send her away, and so I will; but
she is a woman, a lady, who has claims upon me for gentle usage. If
it were your case, Angelique--"
Angelique quitted his arm and stood confronting him, flaming with
indignation. She did not let him finish his sentence: "If it were
my case, Bigot! as if that could ever be my case, and you alive to
speak of it!"
Bigot stepped backwards. He was not sure but a poniard glittered in
the clenched hand of Angelique. It was but the flash of her diamond
rings as she lifted it suddenly. She almost struck him.
"Do not blame me for infidelities committed before I knew you,
Angelique!" said he, seizing her hand, which he held forcibly in
his, in spite of her efforts to wrench it away.
"It is my nature to worship beauty at every shrine. I have ever
done so until I found the concentration of all my divinities in you.
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