“Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. He was no match for Brendon. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. Her mouth lolled open and drool seeped down one corner.
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