![]() She would sit holding her cards, chuckling over them or cursing them, in a manner which had never before been heard within the walls of the Château. Her loud laughter, her expletives, her expressions would seem to confirm the stories of her beginnings.Ĭard-playing was a ceremony at Versailles – until Madame du Barry came. ![]() ![]() The Duc’s spies discovered all the details of her early life they were exaggerated and put into songs which were sung in the streets. Meanwhile the Choiseuls continued to have songs written about her. She would grimace and put her tongue out at his back in a manner which might have been accepted in the Saint-Antoine district but which seemed extraordinary in the Galerie des Glaces. ‘Oh dear,’ she would groan, ‘here comes old pug-face.’ And she would turn away in a manner which was not in accordance with Versailles etiquette. ![]() So she went her way, ignoring her enemies until that greatest of all forced her to notice him. Planning revenge seemed to her such a waste of time when there were so many more exciting things to be done. ![]() She could never completely throw off the aura of the streets of Paris, and she loved humanity while she could bestow pardon for past offences right and left, she found it very difficult to harbour resentment. ![]()
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