” “Of course,” his friend answered. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. Do not believe it, Madam. Father— dead. "He knows he had to take it. Why should I peep at it through smoked glass to see things that don’t affect me?” He smiled his delight at his companion. That, Sir, is what I call being a Good Samaritan.
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