“It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. ‘A little promenade, madame?’
Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little
rustle of her silken petticoats. That dress is thirty
years old, if a day. “Thanks, Cathy. To be
sure, he was attentive, respectful; but in his conduct there was none of that
shameless camaraderie of a man who loved his woman and didn't care a hang if
all the world knew it. I wonder if some of them did—and it didn’t get
reported. Her heartbeat raced, her limbs turned to water,
and it was only by a miracle and the strength of the arms that held her that she
remained standing on her feet. "In Heaven's name! what's all this?" cried Wood. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his
approach, "so you may spare your breath.
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