92/131 What can I ever do in those lands ?... Must I pass the rest of my existence selling myself for bread ?... I would rather die first!" This desperate affirmation of her poverty made Ferragut smile sarcastically. He looked at the necklace of pearls everlastingly reposing on the admirable cushion of her bosom, the great emeralds in her ears, the diamonds that were sparkling coldly on her hands. |