He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. She went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was. This I know, for the Valades have taught me so, and the nuns also. God knows how you did it. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. It slipped out—as did that “she”. She was no longer there.
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