A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. Poor Ben was not so fortunate. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. “You are Mademoiselle Pellissier?” he asked, without rising to his feet.
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