Mademoiselle Marguerite sprang to her feet, quivering with indignation. Her eyes sparkled and her lips trembled as she threw back her head with a superb gesture of scorn, which loosened her beautiful dark hair, and caused it to fall in rippling masses over her shoulders. "Ah! Madame de Fondege is here!" she repeated, in a tone of crushing contempt --"Madame de Fondege, your wife, here!"

…

…

…

 

>> 网页版功能未完善，完整内容，请扫码微信小程序。