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"But what the devil are you doing there?" cried Prudence, who had co her, and who now stood just inside the door, with

her hair half conised the hand of

Gaston

"We are talking sense," said Marguerite; "leave us alone; ill be

back soon"

"Good, good! Talk,

the door behind her, as if to further emphasize the tone in which she

had said these words

"Well, it is agreed," continued Marguerite, ere alone, "you

won't fall in love with one too far to draw back; and I was really carried away This

aiety, sadness, candour, prostitution, her very malady,

which no doubt developed in her a sensitiveness to impressions, as well

as an irritability of nerves, all thisI did not coetful

nature, she was lost to me

"Come, now, do you seriously mean what you say?" she said

"Seriously"

"But why didn't you say it to me sooner?"

"When could I have said it?"