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Berangere next day resumed her place at meals, looking a little pale and wearing a more serious face than usual. My uncle, who had not troubled about her during the last two days, kissed her absent-mindedly. We lunched without a word. Not until we had nearly ended did Noel Dorgeroux speak to his god-child:
"Well, dear, are you none the worse for your fall?"