‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own. His name is carved upon a beam up stairs.
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