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Rambling in this way, the matron at length came to a halt, and taking out a key,
pointed to a door and said, "This is Mrs. ‘Moreover, no one will believe any more that Yolande is
me when they see this. ”
“Then why are you sorry that I am going to the ‘Unusual’? I do not understand. He had pictured her, if indeed she had
ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear,
starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. The man was
dangerous. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply
and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she
could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. It is not at all comme il faut. I believe I’m in love.
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