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do not know, I couldn't tell you exactly why I am fighting: but I felt it not long ago. I was ready to cut your throat.

[laughing always liked to exaggerate.

am not joking now.

, Contat, you are a woman of sense; you don't do things without a reason?

have a reason, but I can't explain it now. A few moments ago it was so powerful, so clear to me. The feelings of those people thrill me, like the roll of thunder. Now that I am separated from them, I don't know, I don't know what—

were mad. Confess it.

, no: I am sure they are right.

to rebel against the King, kill people, and die for a nothing?

are not dying for nothing.

, of course not: for Monsieur d'Orleans' écus!

dear, you're the same as ever: you always minimize one's motives.

is not a small motive to vagabonds who have none. Can you give me a better motive?

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is that?

don't like your ironical smile. When you look at me that way, I don't know what to say. Even if I did, I shouldn't say it. It would be useless: