Chapter 25

In two months more Frances had fulfilled the time of mourning for her aunt. One January morning - the first of the new year holidays - I went in a fiacre, accompanied only by M. Vandenhuten, to the Rue Notre Dame aux Neiges, and having alighted alone and walked upstairs, I found Frances apparently waiting for me, dressed in a style scarcely appropr

                         

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