"My mother is avenged. But you’ve got to lend me forty pounds. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ burst from mademoiselle as she jumped up. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. —Though if my name should become as famous as theirs, it wouldn't much matter. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice.
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