The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. The world isn’t ready for girls to start out on their own yet; that’s the plain fact of the case. Here was a terrific figure gnashing his teeth, and howling like a wild beast;—there a lover, with hands clasped together and eyes turned passionately upward.
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