You can trust me, Anna. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. ” She saw him flinch, but he gave no sign of it in his tone. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. But don’t think your heroic milice will save you. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate.
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