But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. The night was now profoundly dark. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. She seemed to be making some sort of inventory. He kissed her cheek.
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