a few people who harbour grudges against me. I''m afraid it could embroil you."
"You''re right, Andre. You''re so thoughtful!" She cuddled his neck and kissed his cheek. "You''re so good!"
"I''m sorry, my Edith." He stroked her chestnut hair with gold threads, feeling a little heartache.
Nevertheless grinned the naturally optimistic girl cheerily. "A secret romance! How exciting!"
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Taking advantage of her family''s occasional inattention, Edith pinned her sweetheart against the door, stretching her toes to reach his lips.
"The tenant and the landlord''s daughter!" She teased him. "What a classic plot!"
In the evening, the two walked hand in hand along the boulevards, talking about their playful and learning-filled time in the small studio in Rouen.
"We were once a pupil and a tutor too! Doesn''t it sound very much like Julie and Saint-Preux in The New Heloise?" Edith mischievously kidded him.
At Percys'' dinner table, they kept exchanging caressing glances.
While Margot and Philippe were buried in their food, Edith wickedly extended her foot from under her skirt, leaving light taps on Andre''s shoe and knee across from her.
He nervously looked around and then complained to her with his eyes about her boldness.
The lassie felt like she had conquered unconquerable virtue, complacently winking at him.
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On a morning, she sent him to a meeting, and as they said their goodbyes, she unbuttoned his collar and tousled his hair.
Lost in the bliss of love, the beau actually forgot to check his appearance in the mirror before leaving.
He stood exactly like that before the National Convention with his collar open wide, revealing a clear, fair neck and chest, and sort of messy blonde hair, oratorizing on the podium, "… towards the enemies of liberty, no matter how harsh we are, would it become too much?!"
"Quene