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‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. I took him out of the hands of death. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. And so sudden and well-directed was the assault, that he completely overthrew his gigantic antagonist.
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