The bourgeoisie didn't visit Versailles
In the cold damp streets of Paris, people lay starving, trying carefully to avoid the open sewers, faces contorted with the hunger pains, and noses wrinkled with the redolence of excrement.
In the palace of Versailles, Marie sat down on her puff chair and cried quietly. Life had not turned out as she had been led to believe.






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