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A fortnight later, when Léonie was practising a court curtsy before the mirror in her room, Fanny entered with the announcement that Avon had come at last. Léonie arose from her curtsy with more haste than grace.
"Monseigneur! " she cried, and would have flown from the room, had it not been for Fanny, who resolutely barred her passage. "Let me go! Let me go! Where is he?"