‘You little fool! I’m a trained soldier with ten years experience at my back. You said that it would bring trouble. She opened the door to him herself. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. The first peg was torture. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit.
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