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As she lay, warm and drowsy in her bed, it did occur to Lucille Debelleyme: "What would a good woman do under my circumstances? Is there such a thing as a good woman?" came the quick reflection. She would not leave the Faubourg St. Honoré. She would not say to herself: "I cannot be the cause of this terrible dissension between husband and wife, I cannot be a further instrument of torment to a woman already half mad with unhappiness, I cannot steal these children from their mother, this husband from his wife, I cannot remain here making my pleasure and my profit out of the miseries of another."
She wondered, as she lay there, whether there existed any woman who would do this.