Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ burst from mademoiselle as she jumped up.
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