‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. All the best novels have been written by women, and yet see how men sneer at the lady novelist still! There’s only one way to get on for a woman, and that is to please men. And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. And there's your liver. ‘Obsessed, that’s what you are. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish. " "If I thought so—" cried the knight fiercely; "but this is idle," he added, suddenly checking himself.
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