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And then he would go off, laughing in his sleeve Hate me, but fear me He was not fool enough for his place I myself being the first to make merry at it (my plainness) In the great world, a vague promise is the same as a refusal It is easier to offend me than to deceive me Knew how to point the Bastille cannon at the troops of the King Madame de Sevigne Time, the irresistible healer Weeping just as if princes had not got to die like anybody else Went so far as to shed tears, his most difficult feat of all When one has been pretty, one imagines that one is still so