This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. She laughed altogether in her old manner. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. Manning? I suppose there’s a sort of place like a ticket-office.
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