Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. “What are we going to do?” said Capes, with his eyes on the broad distances beyond the ribbon of the river. He uttered a short laugh. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer functioned in the accustomed groove. “You are Mademoiselle Pellissier?” he asked, without rising to his feet. She is extremely lovely, but for her to have borne the name of the Blessed Virgin would have been nothing short of sacrilege.
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