But you are dressed; why
did you not go?"
"I am hiding."
"What are you hiding from?"
"Jules Vigo, of course."
"Poor Jules."
"Yes, you are always saying poor this and that, after you set them on by
rejecting them. They run about like blind, mad oxen till they bump their
stupid heads against somebody that will have them. I shouldn't wonder if
I got a second-hand husband one day, taking up with some cast-off of
yours."
"Peggy, these things do not flatter me; they distress me," said
Angelique genuinely.
"They wouldn't distress me. If I had your face, and your hands and arms,
and the way you carry yourself, I'd love to kill men. They have no sense
at all."
Angelique heard her grind her teeth, and exclaimed,--
"Why, Peggy, what has poor Jules done?"
"Oh, Jules!--he is nothing. I have just engaged myself to him to get rid
of him, and now I have some right to be let alone. He's only the fourth
one of your victims that I've accepted, and doctored up, and set on foot
again. I take them in rotation, and let them easily down to marrying
some girl of capacity suitable to them.
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