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"
Shall
you
have
time
?
"
"
Do
not
be
uneasy
,
you
little
coward
!
All
our
servants
are
busy
,
discussing
the
grand
affair
.
Besides
,
what
is
there
astonishing
,
when
you
think
of
the
grief
I
ought
to
be
in
,
that
I
shut
myself
up
?
--
tell
me
!
"
"
No
,
truly
--
you
comfort
me
.
"
"
Come
and
help
me
.
"
From
the
same
drawer
she
took
a
man
's
complete
costume
,
from
the
boots
to
the
coat
,
and
a
provision
of
linen
,
where
there
was
nothing
superfluous
,
but
every
requisite
.
Then
,
with
a
promptitude
which
indicated
that
this
was
not
the
first
time
she
had
amused
herself
by
adopting
the
garb
of
the
opposite
sex
,
Eugenie
drew
on
the
boots
and
pantaloons
,
tied
her
cravat
,
buttoned
her
waistcoat
up
to
the
throat
,
and
put
on
a
coat
which
admirably
fitted
her
beautiful
figure
.
"
Oh
,
that
is
very
good
--
indeed
,
it
is
very
good
!
"
said
Louise
,
looking
at
her
with
admiration
;
"
but
that
beautiful
black
hair
,
those
magnificent
braids
,
which
made
all
the
ladies
sigh
with
envy
--
will
they
go
under
a
man
's
hat
like
the
one
I
see
down
there
?
"
"
You
shall
see
,
"
said
Eugenie
.
And
with
her
left
hand
seizing
the
thick
mass
,
which
her
long
fingers
could
scarcely
grasp
,
she
took
in
her
right
hand
a
pair
of
long
scissors
,
and
soon
the
steel
met
through
the
rich
and
splendid
hair
,
which
fell
in
a
cluster
at
her
feet
as
she
leaned
back
to
keep
it
from
her
coat
.
Then
she
grasped
the
front
hair
,
which
she
also
cut
off
,
without
expressing
the
least
regret
;
on
the
contrary
,
her
eyes
sparkled
with
greater
pleasure
than
usual
under
her
ebony
eyebrows
.
"
Oh
,
the
magnificent
hair
!
"
said
Louise
,
with
regret
.
"
And
am
I
not
a
hundred
times
better
thus
?
"
cried
Eugenie
,
smoothing
the
scattered
curls
of
her
hair
,
which
had
now
quite
a
masculine
appearance
;
"
and
do
you
not
think
me
handsomer
so
?
"
"
Oh
,
you
are
beautiful
--
always
beautiful
!
"
cried
Louise
.
"
Now
,
where
are
you
going
?
"
"
To
Brussels
,
if
you
like
;
it
is
the
nearest
frontier
.
We
can
go
to
Brussels
,
Liege
,
Aix-la-Chapelle
;
then
up
the
Rhine
to
Strasburg
.
We
will
cross
Switzerland
,
and
go
down
into
Italy
by
the
Saint
--
Gothard
.
Will
that
do
?
"
