All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. ‘Oh, Marthe,’ she groaned, using in her accustomed way the French version of her nurse’s name, ‘that pig is going to monsieur le baron. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. Wood. A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. “You are absurd,” she declared. “You’re still,” he said, “in the educational years.
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