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Updated: June 15, 2025
Briefly, but with remarkable precision, Marguerite recounted the various incidents which had occurred her useless journey to the Rue d'Ulm, Madame Leon's strange midnight ramble and conversation with the Marquis de Valorsay, Madame de Fondege's letter, and lastly, her visit and all that she had said.
Still I know that poor M. de Chalusse, though unquestionably a very worthy and excellent man, was peculiar in some of his ideas." "Excuse me, madame. What I did, I did for my own pleasure." But this assertion exceeded Madame de Fondege's powers of comprehension. "Impossible!" she murmured, "impossible! But, my poor child, what did you do for fashions for patterns?"
"Who's there?" inquired that worthy lady. It was Justine, Madame de Fondege's maid, who answered in a pert voice, "Here is a letter, madame, which has just been sent up by the concierge. It is addressed to Madame Leon. That is your name, is it not?" Marguerite staggered as if she had received a heavy blow. "My God! a letter from the Marquis de Valorsay!" she thought.
It was easy to see by Madame de Fondege's earnestness that she feared Mademoiselle Marguerite would avail herself of this opportunity of recovering her liberty. "What shall I do, then?" asked the girl. "There is the convent." "But I love life." "Then ask the protection of some respectable family." "The idea of being in any one's charge is disagreeable to me."
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