Nana would deceive him anew, and he only remained her miserable

possessor in obedience to a cowardly necessity and to terror at the

This was the epoch in her existence when Nana flared upon Paris with

redoubled splendor. She loomed larger than heretofore on the

horizon of vice and swayed the town with her impudently flaunted

splendor and that contempt of money which made her openly squander

fortunes. Her house had become a sort of glowing smithy, where her

continual desires were the flames and the slightest breath from her