You see, we travelled second class, and we are in the least known quarter of Paris. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. I’ve made an ally of her champion.
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