He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. “For your own sake, let me beg of you not to stay for a moment. . ’ He held out his hand to help the girl descend. And what on earth do you want to darken your eyebrows and use so much make-up for at your age? You’re exactly twenty-three, and you’re got up as much as a woman of forty-five. Just as he reached them, the Comte de St Erme drew Valade a little apart and began to converse with him in rapid French. It was really very jolly to talk to a man in this way—who saw the woman in her and did not treat her as a child. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door.
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