She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. ’ Lucy giggled. The comtesse always felt Madame Valade to be not of her class, of course. She winked at him as he shut the door. Wood; "here's a pretty to-do about nothing. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. She glanced at the soft-ticking clock with the exposed brass pendulum upon the white marble mantel, and made a rapid calculation. She became angry with herself. “I’ve been through all that,” she went on, after a pause.
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