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“The Vicomte Henceforth Cannot without Harming Himself Visit Publicly a Bourgeoise Grisette” Frontispiece
Statham Sat Pondering, His Eyes Riveted on the Crossed Daggers 6
“Is That Letter to the Comtesse des Forges, One of My Friends—My Friends, Mon Dieu!—Yours, or Is It not?” 48
“Fair Archeress,” He Said, “Surely the Shafts You Loose Are Mortal” 88
Yes, that is Monseigneur le Maréchal de Saxe, Carried in a Wicker Litter, for He Cannot Sit His Horse 124
Madame de Pompadour 188
The Curtain Was Sharply Flung aside, and He Saw Denise 204
Yvonne Very Modestly Disengaged the Arm which for the First Time He Had Slipped about Her Supple Waist 234
Yvonne with a Finger to Her Lips, Holding Her Petticoats off the Floor, Stole In, and behind Her a Stranger 268
The Candle Fell from Her Hand. “Gone!” She Muttered Feebly, “Gone!” 320
“Yvonne, of Course; Yvonne of the Spotless Ankles,” She Lifted Her Dress a Few Inches 350
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