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He removed his cocked hat and came towards her. ” Lucy grew hot. “I say!” he said, without any movement. “The man alone could supply any, and if he recovers sufficiently to say anything, what he would say would exonerate you. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. They were the only real marriages she had seen clearly. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance.
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