Pelham — Volume 04 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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best of my way home.
CHAPTER LII. Illi mors gravis incubat Qui notus nimis omnibus Ignotus moritus sibi. --Seneca. Nous serons par nos lois les juges des ouvrages. --Les Femmes Savantes. Vincent called on me the next day. "I have news for you," said he, "though somewhat of a lugubrious nature. Lugete Veneres Cupidinesque. You remember the Duchesse de Perpignan!" "I should think so," was my answer. "Well then," pursued Vincent, "she is no more. Her death was worthy of her life. She was to give a brilliant entertainment to all the foreigners at Paris: the day before it took place a dreadful eruption broke over her complexion. She sent for the doctors in despair. 'Cure me against to- morrow,' she said, 'and name your own reward.' 'Madame, it is impossible to do so with safety to your health.' 'Au diable! with your health,' said the duchesse, 'what is health to an eruption?' The doctors took the hint; an external application was used--the duchesse woke in the morning as |
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