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In this girl there was at once the virgin who had turned

into a courtesan, and the courtesan who and the purest of virgins Marguerite had

still pride and independence, two sentiments which, if they are wounded,

can be the equivalent of a sense of shame I did not speak a word; my

soul seemed to have passed into my heart and my heart into my eyes

"So," said she all at once, "it was you who came to inquire after me

when I was ill?"

"Yes"

"Do you know, it was quite splendid of you! How can I thank you for it?"

"By allowing me to come and see you from time to time"

"As often as you like, from five to six, and from eleven to twelve Now,

Gaston, play the Invitation A la Valse"

"Why?"

"To please e to play

it myself"

"What part do you find difficult?"