I have been the
vicomte’s secretary, remember. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved
to see the absurdity of the position. “Often,” he repeated, a little heavily. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns,
tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly,
instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment,
the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. ‘Eh bien, Eugénie. ‘But you said she was looking for proof. The more she disentangled the lines of her
situation the deeper grew her self-disgust.
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