‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. Give me your staff. You are right. Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more like what you were then than you yourself are now.
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