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eyes about her, while the peasant woman, frightened at her
face, drew back instinctively, thinking her mad. Suddenly
she struck her brow and uttered a cry; for the thought of Ro-
dolphe, like a flash of lightning in a dark night, had passed
into her soul. He was so good, so delicate, so generous! And
besides, should he hesitate to do her this service, she would
know well enough how to constrain him to it by re-waking,
in a single moment, their lost love. So she set out towards La
Huchette, not seeing that she was hastening to offer herself
to that which but a while ago had so angered her, not in the
least conscious of her prostitution.

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