" "Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. ‘Gerald, what have you been about? Dorothée tells me that you were flirting outrageously with Madame Valade on Monday night. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. Strangers look in and long, and neighbours are moved to envy. In fact, one of them was downright sceptical.
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