She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients, and with passionate petulance rejected them all. Fool that I was to part with my lantern! But I'll soon set myself straight. Yes, I think we have thoroughly thrashed that one out. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. “I don’t mind, of course, your seeing her sometimes, still there are differences— differences in social atmospheres. \" They talked until midnight most nights.
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