“Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. Why would your mother be so impatient?” Lucy speculated.
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