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Madame"

"Was I not?" she asked "Did I look like this? And this?" And,

languishing, she looked at hi"

"Oh, then I !" she retorted with sudden vivacity And she

under his nose "I do that when I , Monsieur! Do you see? But you are Gascon, and given, I fear,

to flatter yourself"

Then he saw clearly that she played with hiot the better of his courtesy

"I flatter e "It may be I

do now, Madame, but did I flatter myself when you wrote me this note?"

And he drew it out and flourished it in her face "Did I iine when I

read this? Or is it not in your hand? It is a forgery, perhaps," he

continued bitterly "Or itht--it ht, Madaht?"

"On Saturday night, the night before last night! But Madaed her shoulders and smiled cheerfully on him "Oh yes, I

wrote it," she said "But what of that, M de Tignonville?"