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If
the
playfulness
of
Monsieur
Rigaud
were
at
all
expressed
by
his
smile
at
this
point
,
the
relations
of
Madame
Rigaud
might
have
said
that
they
would
have
much
preferred
his
correcting
that
unfortunate
woman
seriously
.
‘
I
am
sensitive
and
brave
.
I
do
not
advance
it
as
a
merit
to
be
sensitive
and
brave
,
but
it
is
my
character
.
If
the
male
relations
of
Madame
Rigaud
had
put
themselves
forward
openly
,
I
should
have
known
how
to
deal
with
them
.
They
knew
that
,
and
their
machinations
were
conducted
in
secret
;
consequently
,
Madame
Rigaud
and
I
were
brought
into
frequent
and
unfortunate
collision
.
Even
when
I
wanted
any
little
sum
of
money
for
my
personal
expenses
,
I
could
not
obtain
it
without
collision
—
and
I
,
too
,
a
man
whose
character
it
is
to
govern
!
One
night
,
Madame
Rigaud
and
myself
were
walking
amicably
—
I
may
say
like
lovers
—
on
a
height
overhanging
the
sea
.
An
evil
star
occasioned
Madame
Rigaud
to
advert
to
her
relations
;
I
reasoned
with
her
on
that
subject
,
and
remonstrated
on
the
want
of
duty
and
devotion
manifested
in
her
allowing
herself
to
be
influenced
by
their
jealous
animosity
towards
her
husband
.
Madame
Rigaud
retorted
;
I
retorted
;
Madame
Rigaud
grew
warm
;
I
grew
warm
,
and
provoked
her
.
I
admit
it
.
Frankness
is
a
part
of
my
character
.
At
length
,
Madame
Rigaud
,
in
an
access
of
fury
that
I
must
ever
deplore
,
threw
herself
upon
me
with
screams
of
passion
(
no
doubt
those
that
were
overheard
at
some
distance
)
,
tore
my
clothes
,
tore
my
hair
,
lacerated
my
hands
,
trampled
and
trod
the
dust
,
and
finally
leaped
over
,
dashing
herself
to
death
upon
the
rocks
below
.
Such
is
the
train
of
incidents
which
malice
has
perverted
into
my
endeavouring
to
force
from
Madame
Rigaud
a
relinquishment
of
her
rights
;
and
,
on
her
persistence
in
a
refusal
to
make
the
concession
I
required
,
struggling
with
her
—
assassinating
her
!
’
He
stepped
aside
to
the
ledge
where
the
vine
leaves
yet
lay
strewn
about
,
collected
two
or
three
,
and
stood
wiping
his
hands
upon
them
,
with
his
back
to
the
light
.
‘
Well
,
’
he
demanded
after
a
silence
,
‘
have
you
nothing
to
say
to
all
that
?
’
‘
It
’
s
ugly
,
’
returned
the
little
man
,
who
had
risen
,
and
was
brightening
his
knife
upon
his
shoe
,
as
he
leaned
an
arm
against
the
wall
.
‘
What
do
you
mean
?
’
John
Baptist
polished
his
knife
in
silence
.
‘
Do
you
mean
that
I
have
not
represented
the
case
correctly
?
’
‘
Al
-
tro
!
’
returned
John
Baptist
.
The
word
was
an
apology
now
,
and
stood
for
‘
Oh
,
by
no
means
!
’
