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"
She
had
eaten
all
of
her
bonbons
and
began
to
toy
with
the
buttons
on
his
vest
.
Suddenly
she
drew
a
long
hair
out
of
the
buttonhole
and
began
to
laugh
.
"
See
!
Here
is
one
of
Madeleine
's
hairs
;
you
are
a
faithful
husband
!
"
Then
growing
serious
,
she
examined
the
scarcely
perceptible
thread
more
closely
and
said
:
"
It
is
not
Madeleine
's
,
it
is
dark
.
"
He
smiled
.
"
It
probably
belongs
to
the
housemaid
.
"
But
she
glanced
at
the
vest
with
the
care
of
a
police-inspector
and
found
a
second
hair
twisted
around
a
second
button
;
then
she
saw
a
third
;
and
turning
pale
and
trembling
somewhat
,
she
exclaimed
:
"
Oh
,
some
woman
has
left
hairs
around
all
your
buttons
.
"
In
surprise
,
he
stammered
:
"
Why
you
--
you
are
mad
.
"
She
continued
to
unwind
the
hairs
and
cast
them
upon
the
floor
.
With
her
woman
's
instinct
she
had
divined
their
meaning
and
gasped
in
her
anger
,
ready
to
cry
:
"
She
loves
you
and
she
wished
you
to
carry
away
with
you
something
of
hers
.
Oh
,
you
are
a
traitor
.
"
She
uttered
a
shrill
,
nervous
cry
:
"
Oh
,
it
is
an
old
woman
's
hair
--
here
is
a
white
one
--
you
have
taken
a
fancy
to
an
old
woman
now
.
Then
you
do
not
need
me
--
keep
the
other
one
.
"
She
rose
.
He
attempted
to
detain
her
and
stammered
:
"
No
--
Clo
--
you
are
absurd
--
I
do
not
know
whose
it
is
--
listen
--
stay
--
see
--
stay
--
"
But
she
repeated
:
"
Keep
your
old
woman
--
keep
her
--
have
a
chain
made
of
her
hair
--
of
her
gray
hair
--
there
is
enough
for
that
--
"
