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WHAT LOVE CAN DO.
"Yesterday you were unkind and ungallant.

How could I smile when you seemed so stern ?" "Yesterday I was not alone with you.

How could I say what lay next my heart, when indifferent ears could catch the words that were meant only for you ?" "Ah, monsieur, do they teach you in England how to make pretty speeches ?" "No, mademoiselle, that is an instinct that comes into birth by the fire of a woman's eyes." Mademoiselle Lange was sitting upon a small sofa of antique design, with cushions covered in faded silks heaped round her pretty head.

Armand thought that she looked like that carved cameo which his sister Marguerite possessed.
He himself sat on a low chair at some distance from her.