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neshealth,a��daytowritea��mafterwhatth��m. de beaune not only refused to receive or speak to the vicomte de noailles and la fayette, but would scarcely allow pauline to see her sisters, at any rate in his h?tel. when they were announced anywhere he took up his hat and left the house, and the banging of doors in the distance proclaimed his displeasure. it was worse when she was alone with her husband and his father in the evenings. ever since the fall of the bastille m. de beaune had been anxious to emigrate with his family, and pauline, who shared his opinions, had the same wish. but her husband disapproved of it, and the endless discussions and altercations, in which m. de beaune was irritated and violent, and his son quiet and respectful though resolute, made her very unhappy.��anesecoolie��ebottomofit��aktothevi����videher��les.hestop��vingherbo����
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but the pictures and churches filled lisette with delight, especially the masterpieces of correggio, the glory of parma.��the room was intolerable to him, he stifled and struggled in its air of bitter longings. his dreams had built a pavilion in his garden, and hung it with tapestries, and fate, terrible as an army with{339} banners, had torn them down and trampled upon them in its relentless march. he could at least refuse to look on the ruins any more.��the climate of russia lisette became gradually accustomed to. the absence of spring and autumn, the short, hot summer, not beginning until june and ending in august, were at first very strange to her. the first may she spent there the half-melted snow was on the ground and the windows still closed up, while enormous blocks of ice came crashing down the neva with a noise like thunder.����mme. le brun blamed her for having let the gold go, and just as she said, she never got its value again, for although the same number of pieces were [132] returned, instead of the austrian gold coins they only gave her ducats, worth so much less that she lost 15,000 francs by them. then she heard that the boy was sentenced to be hanged, and as he was the son of a concierge and his wife belonging to the prince de ligne, excellent people who had served her in vienna with attention and civility, she was in despair, hurried to the governor to obtain his pardon, and with much difficulty succeeded in getting him sent away by sea; for the empress had heard of it, and was very angry.��������
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