. And next morning she attired herself with especial care and neatness, found his address in the Directory at a post-office, and went to him. We can be married tomorrow in Paris. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call him “Mangles!” “I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. ‘But what way, Emile?’ ‘Your family, mademoiselle, the family of your father.
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