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On the Wednesday morning, when Marie brought Berthe to Madame Josserand, the latter, bursting with anger at the thought of an adventure which she felt was a sad blow to her pride, became quite pale and unable to utter a word.
She caught hold of her daughter's hand with the roughness of a teacher dragging a refractory scholar to the black-hole, and, leading her to Hortense's room, she pushed her inside, saying at length: