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As they went up the stairs together -- for Madame Depine had quite forgotten she was going out -- an immense relief enlarged their souls. Merely to mention the grey wig had been a vent for all this morbid brooding; to abuse Madame la Proprietaire into the bargain was to pass from the long isolation into a subtle sympathy.
"I wonder if she did say one franc fifty," observed Madame Valiere, reflectively.