‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. “And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. I asked him—to take me away. Slowly and ruefully she realized why marriage was so idealized among her generations of those before her. My late husband, I mean.
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