‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. By and by she heard the screen door. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. And yet for all that— It got into Ann Veronica’s nights at last and kept her awake, the perplexing contrast between the advanced thought and the advanced thinker.
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