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RAG.782.040
31 Dec 1782:31 (8/543)
Matrimonial Anecdote.--A circumstance lately happened at
Paris, which seems to prove that all French husbands are not
so entirely easy with regard to the conduct of their ladies
as we are taught. The Count de St. L. entered a ballroom,
in which his wife was dancing with a Prince of the blood,
and coolly staid till the English dance was finished, then
taking her hand, led her, without speaking, out of the room.
In the street she found a chaise with two postilions, into
which he ordered her to go; then entering himself, bid them
go on. They never stopt till they reached his estate near
Toulouse, where he led her to an apartment prepared for her,
composed of three large rooms, but all with iron bars at the
windows. He told her, in this place she might amuse herself
with her music and her books, but that she would never come
out till her age and her wrinkles became securities for his
honour. . .
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