"So it is," the doctor agreed. We have known men who have come here for no other
purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of
temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life,
only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. And then
presently these clouds began to wear thin and expose steep, deep slopes, going
down and down, with grass and pine-trees, down and down, and at last, through
a great rent in the clouds, bare roofs, shining like very minute pin-heads, and a
road like a fibre of white silk-Macugnana, in Italy. ’
Both Valade and the granddaughter gazed at him blankly.
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