As she did so the preparation-room door
opened behind her. ‘A little promenade, madame?’
Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little
rustle of her silken petticoats. "
Glad to make peace on any terms, Mr. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of
consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness!
You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've
proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. Fearful that she had given herself away, she
sank back down onto her stool. She twisted her fingers tightly. Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer
before that little marble table was gone. "Enough," said Jack, recovering his composure.
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