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“
A
truly
beautiful
young
girl
—
modest
,
devout
,
all
that
she
should
be
.
One
pities
her
,
for
,
though
she
may
know
nothing
of
the
past
,
a
man
who
wants
to
ask
her
hand
in
marriage
must
necessarily
inform
himself
,
and
then
—
”
The
commissary
shrugged
his
shoulders
cynically
.
“
But
it
would
not
be
her
fault
!
”
I
cried
,
with
rising
indignation
.
“
No
.
But
what
will
you
?
A
man
is
particular
about
his
wife
’
s
antecedents
.
”
I
was
prevented
from
further
argument
by
our
arrival
at
the
door
.
M
.
Hautet
rang
the
bell
.
A
few
minutes
elapsed
,
and
then
we
heard
a
footfall
within
,
and
the
door
was
opened
.
On
the
threshold
stood
my
young
goddess
of
that
afternoon
.
When
she
saw
us
,
the
colour
left
her
cheeks
,
leaving
her
deathly
white
,
and
her
eyes
widened
with
apprehension
.
There
was
no
doubt
about
it
,
she
was
afraid
!
“
Mademoiselle
Daubreuil
,
”
said
M
.
Hautet
,
sweeping
off
his
hat
,
“
we
regret
infinitely
to
disturb
you
,
but
the
exigencies
of
the
Law
—
you
comprehend
?
My
compliments
to
Madame
your
mother
,
and
will
she
have
the
goodness
to
grant
me
a
few
moments
’
interview
.
”
For
a
moment
the
girl
stood
motionless
.
Her
left
hand
was
pressed
to
her
side
,
as
though
to
still
the
sudden
unconquerable
agitation
of
her
heart
.
But
she
mastered
herself
,
and
said
in
a
low
voice
:
“
I
will
go
and
see
.
Please
come
inside
.
”
She
entered
a
room
on
the
left
of
the
hall
,
and
we
heard
the
low
murmur
of
her
voice
.
And
then
another
voice
,
much
the
same
in
timbre
,
but
with
a
slightly
harder
inflection
behind
its
mellow
roundness
said
:
“
But
certainly
.
Ask
them
to
enter
.
”
