I and a party of us denounced a milliner and a confectioner in our neighbourhood, who were horrible aristocrats; and of their goods forfeited to the nation we had, as was our just share, such delicious _marangues_ and charming ribands!--Oh, Victoire, believe me, you will never get such things by going to school, or saying your prayers either.
You may look with as much scorn and indignation as you please, but I advise you to let it alone, for all that is out of fashion, and may, moreover, bring you into difficulties.

Believe me, my dear Victoire, your head is not deep enough to understand these things--you know nothing of politics." "But I know the difference between right and wrong, Manon: politics can never alter that, you know." "Never alter that! there you are quite mistaken," said Manon.

"I cannot stay to convince you now--but this I can tell you: that I know secrets that you don't suspect." "I do not wish to know any of your secrets, Manon," said Victoire, proudly.
"Your pride may be humbled, Citoyenne Victoire, sooner than you expect," exclaimed Manon, who was now so provoked by her cousin's contempt that she could not refrain from boasting of her political knowledge.

"I can tell you that your fine friends will in a few days not be able to protect you.

The Abbe Tracassier is in love with a dear friend of mine, and I know all the secrets of state from her--and I know what I know.