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 assistance. In this moment of extreme peril she defended herself courageously. She kept saying:  I will not love you. I should love you too Nevertheless she succumbed.

In the sweet familiarity which followed their mutual astonishment she said to him:

“I have often asked after you. I knew that you were an assiduous frequenter of the playhouses at Montmartre, you were often seen with Mademoiselle Bouchotte, who, nevertheless, is not at all pretty. I knew that you had become very smart, and that you were making a good deal of money. I was not surprised. You were born to succeed. The day of your” she pointed at the spot between the window and the wardrobe with the mirror I was vexed with Maurice for having given you a suicide’s rags to wear. You pleased Oh, it was not your good looks! Don’t think that women are as sensitive as people say to outward attractions. We consider other things in love, There is a sort Well, anyhow I loved you as soon as I saw you.”

The shadows grew deeper.

She asked:

“You are not an angel, are you? Maurice believes you are; but he believes so many things, Maurice.” She questioned Arcade with her eyes