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Something in his tone pinched her heart. Then perhaps it is Prudence?’ ‘Oh la la! That is not me at all. But from the first her rather old-fashioned conception of life had jarred with the suburban atmosphere, the High School spirit and the memories of the light and little Mrs. Three times he uttered a phrase: "A djinn in a blue-serge coat!" And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in damnation. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute.
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