A very poor woman, to whom I have sometimes given a little assistance, pretends to be a relation of the Marquise de Pompadour.
The fair Marquise was more than a mere leader of wit and fashion.
Certain ciphers had to be used, and to these the Marquise had the key.
The Marquise stepped back a pace; idly, one might have thought; not so thought Garnache.
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