breathed breakfast Madeira in my face. "Charlot, he has robbed me!" I looked at her blankly; not breathing until she removed her face from mine, and sank back onto the velvet cushions. "I have married a thief!" Madame clutched her reticule to her bosom as though I had designs on one or the other, and in a torrent of Frenchified English told me how she had owned stock in a toll-bridge near Hartford. During the first raptures of their honeymoon in the house of Governor Edwards, the Colonel persuaded her to sell the stock. So trusting, so loving, so secure in her new place as the bride of a former vice-president, Madame
( Gore Vidal )
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