‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. ” “Then I am sure,” Sir John declared, “that I shall not ask you. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in.
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