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Nana. The Miller’s Daughter. Captain Burle. Death of Olivier Becaille

CHAPTER XII
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Nana forthwith propped herself up on her pillow and, dismissing the lady's maid: "What! Is that you ?" she cried.

"On the day of your marriage?
What can be the matter ?" Taken aback by the darkness, he stood still in the middle of the room.
However, he grew used to it and came forward at last.

He was in evening dress and wore a white cravat and gloves.
"Yes, to be sure, it's me!" he said.

"You don't remember ?" No, she remembered nothing, and in his chaffing way he had to offer himself frankly to her.
"Come now, here's your commission.

I've brought you the handsel of my innocence!" And with that, as he was now by the bedside, she caught him in her bare arms and shook with merry laughter and almost cried, she thought it so pretty of him.
"Oh, that Mimi, how funny he is! He's thought of it after all! And to think I didn't remember it any longer! So you've slipped off; you're just out of church.


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