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"I... that's different. Why speak of me? I don't want any other

life, and can't, for I know no other. But think, Andrew: for a

young society woman to be buried in the country during the best

years of her life, all alone-for Papa is always busy, and I...

well, you know what poor resources I have for entertaining a

woman used to the best society. There is only Mademoiselle

Bourienne...."

"I don't like your Mademoiselle Bourienne at all," said Prince

Andrew.