She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. “Why did you lie to that man?” he asked fiercely. That he’s come here at all shows he’ll stop at nothing.
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