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Vendetta by Honoré de Balzac
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Then, not venturing to look at her parents, she lowered her large
eyelids as if to veil the fire of her eyes.

"Is he a prince?" asked her father, ironically, in a tone of voice
which made the mother quail.

"No, father," she said, gently, "he is a young man without fortune."

"Is he very handsome?"

"He is very unfortunate."

"What is he?"

"Labedoyere's comrade; he was proscribed, without a refuge; Servin
concealed him, and--"

"Servin is a good fellow, who has done well," cried Piombo; "but you,
my daughter, you do wrong to love any man, except your father."

"It does not depend on me to love, or not to love," replied Ginevra,
still gently.

"I flattered myself," continued her father, "that my Ginevra would be
faithful to me until I died; and that my love and that of her mother
would suffice her till then; I did not expect that our tenderness
would find a rival in her soul, and--"

"Did I ever reproach you for your fanaticism for Napoleon?" said
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