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Mamzelle tightened her thin
lips a little and waved her hand expressively.
"She is an angel of beauty!" she said, "and Miladi Winsleigh is
jealous--ah, _Dieu!_ jealous to death of her! She is innocent too--like
a baby--and she worships her husband. That is an error! To worship a man
is a great mistake--she will find it so. Men are not to be too much
loved--no, no!"
Briggs smiled in superb self-consciousness. "Well, well! I will not
deny, Mamzelle, that it spoils us," he said complacently. "It certainly
spoils us! 'When lovely woman stoops to folly,'--the hold, hold story!"
"You will r-r-r-emember," said Mamzelle, suddenly stepping up very close
to him and speaking with a strong accent, "what I have said to-night!
Monsieur Briggs, you will r-remember! There will be mees-cheef!
Yes--there will be mees-cheef to Sieur Bruce-Errington, and when there
is,--I--I, Louise Renaud--I know who ees at the bottom of eet!"
So saying, with a whirl of her black silk dress and a flash of her white
muslin apron, she disappeared.


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