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got from that fancy demoiselle! Imagine," he began in a hoarse voice, "I met her last week in my coal store. She came with Marguerite for her winter order. There she stood, chatting and laughing in the Parisian style, so I thought to myself, there's no harm in trying and today I bicycled out, provided with a nice bunch of flowers. "Here, that is for you, Mademoiselle,' I greeted her most politely, holding out the flowers to her. But she with her pale looks, and hot eyes, gives me one of those fiery glances-'But Monsieur,' she said very calmly, 'I'm a married woman.' I say, Mesdames, it was like a thunder from a clear sky."

"You said it!" Madame Trentot called out in a mad voice. "What a funny trick!" She grabbed her son's arm, "come on, Pajot, let's go."

"What's wrong with you?" asked Madame Guillard.

"Oh nothing, nothing at all. I'm just thinking that the sisters, who aren't exactly the sweetest persons in the world, may be upset by seeing us together."

Madame Guillard let out a blast of shrill laughter, Monsieur Sauvage shrugged his shoulders. "What a woman," he said. "I wouldn't be a bit surprised if she had some special purpose."

"I don't blame her at all," Madame Guillard answered, "I guess I'd better turn back too."

Monsieur Sauvage got on his bicycle. "Don't jump to conclusions, Madame," he smiled. "The girl may still change her mind."

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