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I had heard so much about the celebrated fortune-teller Madame -- -- -, that I went to see her yesterday. She has a dark complexion naturally, and this effect is heightened by artificial aids which cost her nothing. She wears curls -- very black ones, and I had an impression that she gave their native attractiveness a lift with rancid butter. She wears a reddish check handkerchief, cast loosely around her neck, and it was plain that her other one is slow getting back from the wash. I presume she takes snuff. At any rate, something resembling it had lodged among the hairs sprouting from her upper lip. I know she likes garlic -- I knew that as soon as she sighed. She looked at me searchingly for nearly a minute, with her black eyes, and then said:
"It is enough. Come!"