Euphrosine, the young lady in whose footsteps I was eager to follow and who, dwelling close by my own parents’ home, had fled her father’s household to fling herself into libertinage, had been my boon companion at Panthemont. The name of that celebrated retreat is not unfamiliar to you nor does it require telling that for many a long year the prettiest and most libertine women gracing Paris have regularly emerged from that convent. ’T was at Panthemont we were brought up, Justine and I, there that we received our education.
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