“Of course I’m manager for this expedition,” he said, after an interval of self-examination. He stared at her stupidly, forgetting to guard against the tactics he had come to expect from her. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. It was impulsive and natural. It generalized everything she put to it. My heart fails me. Sir John saw it, and was flattered. “I’m a big boy, you know.
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