“Your sex is a terrible fraud. " "I thought as much," sneered Mrs. Gerald took Madame’s hand and kissed the fingers with a little more warmth than punctilio demanded. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. That was supposed to be Madame Valade. ’ She bit her lip, and then turning her face away, emitted another sigh. As the carpenter's gaze wandered over this scene of devastation, his attention was drawn by Mrs. ’ ‘Willingly?’ ‘Parbleu, what a person you think me. He stood transfixed.
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