In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. “We won’t. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise. . ‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging. Come now, I am very glad to see you again so soon, mademoiselle whatever-your-name-is.
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