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"
Very
well
,
"
said
he
,
gaily
,
"
I
will
wait
.
"
Reseating
herself
near
him
she
talked
of
what
they
would
do
on
their
return
;
they
would
keep
the
apartments
in
which
she
had
lived
with
her
first
husband
,
and
Duroy
would
receive
Forestier
's
position
on
"
La
Vie
Francaise
.
"
In
the
meantime
,
forgetting
her
injunctions
and
his
promise
,
he
slipped
his
arm
around
her
waist
,
pressed
her
to
him
and
murmured
:
"
I
love
you
dearly
,
my
little
Made
.
"
The
gentleness
of
his
tone
moved
the
young
woman
,
and
leaning
toward
him
she
offered
him
her
lips
;
as
she
did
so
,
a
whistle
announced
the
proximity
of
the
station
.
Pushing
back
some
stray
locks
upon
her
temples
,
she
exclaimed
:
"
We
are
foolish
.
"
He
kissed
her
hands
feverishly
and
replied
:
"
I
adore
you
,
my
little
Made
.
"
On
reaching
Rouen
they
repaired
to
a
hotel
where
they
spent
the
night
.
The
following
morning
,
when
they
had
drunk
the
tea
placed
upon
the
table
in
their
room
,
Duroy
clasped
his
wife
in
his
arms
and
said
:
"
My
little
Made
,
I
feel
that
I
love
you
very
,
very
much
.
"
She
smiled
trustfully
and
murmured
as
she
returned
his
kisses
:
"
I
love
you
too
--
a
little
.
"
The
visit
to
his
parents
worried
Georges
,
although
he
had
prepared
his
wife
.
He
began
again
:
"
You
know
they
are
peasants
,
real
,
not
sham
,
comic-opera
peasants
.
"
