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THE ROAD TO LIEGE.
"Of what are you thinking, little fool ?" asked the Marquise peevishly, her fat face puckered into a hundred wrinkles of ill-humour.
"Of nothing in particular, Madame," the girl answered patiently.
The Marquise sniffed contemptuously, and glanced through the window of the coach upon the dreary, rain sodden landscape.
"Do you call the sometime secretary Citizen-cutthroat La Boulaye, nothing in particular ?" she asked.

"Ma foi! I wonder that you do not die of self-contempt after what passed between you at Boisvert." "Madame, I was not thinking of him," said Suzanne.
"More shame to you, then," was the sour retort, for the Marquise was bent upon disagreeing with her.

"Have you a conscience, Suzanne, that you could have played such a Delilah part and never give a thought to the man you have tricked ?" "You will make me regret that I told you of it," said the girl quietly.
"You are ready enough to regret anything but the act itself.

Perhaps you'll be regretting that you did not take a berline at Soignies, as you promised the citizen-scoundrel that you would, and set out to join him ?" "It is hardly generous to taunt me so, Madame, I do very bitterly regret what has taken place.