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love you! And, Cartouche, I shall make you marry me—me, your own Fifi!"
In a little while the van was at the door and Fifi's boxes were piled in. She threw to Angéline the odious brown gown, with the green spots, and a ten-franc piece besides—which somewhat mollified Angéline, without changing her opinion that Fifi was a dangerous and explosive person to have about. She promised to send for the blue satin bed. Then Fifi, reverting to her old natural self, climbed into the van along with her boxes, and jolted off, in the direction of the street of the Black Cat, and was happier than she had yet been since she had left it.
