Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. I had done the most compromising things, and behaved in the most ridiculous way. She never expected to get her ladyship home alive.
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