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"
Then
I
think
you
can
reassure
your
friend
,
Mademoiselle
.
"
"
Thank
you
.
"
She
smiled
suddenly
at
him
,
a
smile
that
invited
sympathy
.
"
She
's
like
a
sheep
,
you
know
.
She
gets
anxious
and
bleats
.
"
She
turned
and
went
out
.
M.
Bouc
was
looking
at
his
friend
curiously
.
"
I
do
not
quite
understand
you
,
mon
vieux
.
You
were
trying
to
do
--
what
?
"
"
I
was
searching
for
a
flaw
,
my
friend
.
"
"
A
flaw
?
"
"
Yes
--
in
the
armour
of
a
young
lady
's
self-possession
.
I
wished
to
shake
her
sangfroid
.
Did
I
succeed
?
I
do
not
know
.
But
I
know
this
--
she
did
not
expect
me
to
tackle
the
matter
as
I
did
.
"
"
You
suspect
her
,
"
said
M.
Bouc
slowly
.
"
But
why
?
She
seems
a
very
charming
young
lady
--
the
last
person
in
the
world
to
be
mixed
up
in
a
crime
of
this
kind
.
"
"
I
agree
,
"
said
Constantine
.
"
She
is
cold
.
She
has
not
emotions
.
She
would
not
stab
a
man
;
she
would
sue
him
in
the
law
courts
.
"
