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When Stephen kissed Mademoiselle Duphot goodbye, she cried, for she felt that something was going that would never come back -- irresponsible childhood. It was going, like Mademoiselle Duphot. Kind Mademoiselle Duphot, so foolishly loving, so easily coerced, so glad to be persuaded; so eager to believe that you were doing your best, in the face of the most obvious slacking. Kind Mademoiselle Duphot who smiled when she shouldn't, who laughed when she shouldn't, and now she was weeping -- but weeping as only a Latin can weep, shedding rivers of tears and sobbing quite loudly.
"Chérie -- mon bébé, petit chou! " she was sobbing, as she clung to the angular Stephen.