She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. "So, you young fool, I have found you!" she said, harshly. It surprised her she hadn’t thought of it before! She tried to explain that she was going to pay him forty pounds without fail next week. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Only she is not Madame Valade at all.
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