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A few moments before she had been envying men, admiring the gallantry with which they were exposing their lives, and now she was trembling before the idea that her lover might have been one of these.
This did not please his amorous egoism--to be placed apart from the rest as a delicate and fragile being only fit for feminine adoration.

He preferred to inspire the envy that she had felt on beholding her brother decked out in his warlike accoutrement.