"I'm prudence personified. See what crime does, Sir. ” “An appetite like yours,” he said resignedly, “is fatal to all sentiment. By this time, she had so far succeeded in calming herself, that she answered the greetings of the neighbours whom she encountered on her way to the sacred edifice—if sorrowfully, still composedly. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. One always dreamed of this and never believed it. I must apologize for my young puppy of a clerk.
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