‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. "Here he is, waterman," exclaimed the benevolent carpenter. It was as if the Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother. Stanley admired and detested him in almost equal measure. Perhaps because I don’t know.
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