She was particularly charmed by his theory of friendship. Nor did he content himself with declaring his guiltlessness of the crime imputed to him, but began in his turn to menace his captor and accuser, loading the latter with the bitterest upbraidings. On her lapel was an ivory button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. ’ ‘Parbleu,’ exclaimed the girl, jumping up in some dudgeon. Ah, Thierry and Poussaint, if my memory serves me. It does not work, I still suffer madness. As for me, I look twice at it. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son.
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