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Last evening when we were at dinner, wine was offered to me. It was very well-mixed sweet and delicious - but when I gave it to Thoré and he tasted it, he commented on its extreme sweetness, and it struck me that there was too much sweetness in the wine. So I would drink no more … There is no end to the list, Madame; and then add to it all those who died at her command at the St. Bartholomew. It is a long list of murders, Madame. "Even for an Italian woman," she admitted. "Ah, Madame," you have spoken truly. I hope that one day, there will be slipped into her wine that Italian piece. That is what I wish. It is the wish of all of Paris." She came away smiling. Better to win hatred than indifference. She laughed aloud. The Queen Mother ruled France. She was glad they realized that.