THE FLOWER OF THE CHAPDELAINES
He had left his quite new law workplace, just close to in Bienville Street, and had come but a few measures down Royal, when, at the next corner beneath, she turned into Royal, toward him, out of Conti, coming from Bourbon.The same nine-year-old negro boy was at her facet, as spotless in broad white collar and blue jacket as on the morning ahead of, and carrying the same droll air of consecration, awe, and obligation. The young guy envied him.Yesterday, for the
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