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 			<p>But Prosper had already risen. Although he had had a violent fall, he was unhurt; he was in a state when mind governs matter so absolutely that the body is insensible to pain.</p>
 			<p>“I saw,” he answered in a hoarse voice, “I saw Madeleine⁠—do you understand, Madeleine⁠—in that room, alone with Raoul!”</p>
 			<p><abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret was confounded. Was it possible that he, the infallible expert, had been mistaken in his deductions?</p>
-			<p>He well knew that <abbr>M.</abbr> de Lagors’s visitor was a woman; but his own conjectures, and the note which <abbr>Mme.</abbr> Gypsy had sent to him at the tavern, had fully assured him that this woman was <abbr>Mme.</abbr> Fauvel.</p>
+			<p>He well knew that <abbr>M.</abbr> de Lagors’s visitor was a woman; but his own conjectures, and the note which <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mme.</abbr> Gypsy had sent to him at the tavern, had fully assured him that this woman was <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mme.</abbr> Fauvel.</p>
 			<p>“You must be mistaken,” he said to Prosper.</p>
 			<p>“No, monsieur, no. Never could I mistake another for Madeleine. Ah! you who heard what she said to me yesterday, answer me: was I to expect such infamous treason as this? You said to me then, ‘She loves you, she loves you!’ Now do you think she loves me? speak!”</p>
 			<p><abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret did not answer. He had first been stupefied by his mistake, and was now racking his brain to discover the cause of it, which was soon discerned by his penetrating mind.</p>
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 			<p>“What must I do?”</p>
 			<p>“Wait. Vengeance is a delicious fruit, that must ripen in order that we may fully enjoy it.”</p>
 			<p>Prosper was unsettled in his resolution; <abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret seeing this brought forth his last and strongest argument.</p>
-			<p>“How do we know,” he said, “that <abbr>Mlle.</abbr> Madeleine is here on her own account? Did we not come to the conclusion that she was sacrificing herself for the benefit of someone else? That superior will which compelled her to banish you may have constrained this step tonight.”</p>
+			<p>“How do we know,” he said, “that <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mlle.</abbr> Madeleine is here on her own account? Did we not come to the conclusion that she was sacrificing herself for the benefit of someone else? That superior will which compelled her to banish you may have constrained this step tonight.”</p>
 			<p>That which coincides with our secret wishes is always eagerly welcomed. This supposition, apparently improbable, struck Prosper as possibly true.</p>
 			<p>“That might be the case,” he murmured, “who knows?”</p>
 			<p>“I would soon know,” said <abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret, “if I could see them together in that room.”</p>
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 			<p>This scornful behavior did not, however, seem to surprise or hurt Raoul. He simply answered by an ironical gesture which implied, “As you please!”</p>
 			<p>He followed her to the gate, which he opened and closed after her; then he hurried back to the house, while Madeleine’s carriage drove rapidly away.</p>
 			<p>“Now, monsieur,” said Prosper, “you must tell me what you saw. You promised me the truth no matter how bitter it might be. Speak; I can bear it, be it what it may!”</p>
-			<p>“You will only have joy to bear, my friend. Within a month you will bitterly regret your suspicions of tonight. You will blush to think that you ever imagined <abbr>Mlle.</abbr> Madeleine to be intimate with a man like Lagors.”</p>
+			<p>“You will only have joy to bear, my friend. Within a month you will bitterly regret your suspicions of tonight. You will blush to think that you ever imagined <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mlle.</abbr> Madeleine to be intimate with a man like Lagors.”</p>
 			<p>“But, monsieur, appearances⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“It is precisely against appearances that we must be on our guard. Always distrust them. A suspicion, false or just, is always based on something. But we must not stay here forever; and, as Raoul has fastened the gate, we shall have to climb back again.”</p>
 			<p>“But there is the ladder.”</p>
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 			<p>Although mental endurance may be unlimited, bodily strength must in the end give way. A violent effort is always followed by reaction.</p>
 			<p>Lying back in a corner of the carriage, with his feet upon the front seat, <abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret seemed to be enjoying a nap; yet he was never more wide awake.</p>
 			<p>He was in a perplexed state of mind. This expedition, which, he had been confident, would resolve all his doubts, had only added mystery to mystery. His chain of evidence, which he thought so strongly linked, was completely broken.</p>
-			<p>For him the facts remained the same, but circumstances had changed. He could not imagine what common motive, what moral or material complicity, what influences, could have existed to make the four actors in his drama, <abbr>Mme.</abbr> Fauvel, Madeleine, Raoul, and Clameran, seem to have the same object in view.</p>
+			<p>For him the facts remained the same, but circumstances had changed. He could not imagine what common motive, what moral or material complicity, what influences, could have existed to make the four actors in his drama, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mme.</abbr> Fauvel, Madeleine, Raoul, and Clameran, seem to have the same object in view.</p>
 			<p>He was seeking in his fertile mind, that encyclopaedia of craft and subtlety, for some combination which would throw light on the problem before him.</p>
 			<p>The midnight bells were ringing when they reached the Archangel, and for the first time <abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret remembered that he had not dined.</p>
-			<p>Fortunately <abbr>Mme.</abbr> Alexandre was still up, and in the twinkling of an eye had improvised a tempting supper. It was more than attention, more than respect, that she showed her guest. Prosper observed that she gazed admiringly at <abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret all the while he was eating his supper.</p>
-			<p>“You will not see me tomorrow,” said <abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret to Prosper, when he had risen to leave the room; “but I will be here about this time tomorrow night. Perhaps I shall discover what I am seeking at <abbr>MM.</abbr> Jandidier’s ball.”</p>
+			<p>Fortunately <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mme.</abbr> Alexandre was still up, and in the twinkling of an eye had improvised a tempting supper. It was more than attention, more than respect, that she showed her guest. Prosper observed that she gazed admiringly at <abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret all the while he was eating his supper.</p>
+			<p>“You will not see me tomorrow,” said <abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret to Prosper, when he had risen to leave the room; “but I will be here about this time tomorrow night. Perhaps I shall discover what I am seeking at <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">MM.</abbr> Jandidier’s ball.”</p>
 			<p>Prosper was dumb with astonishment. What! would <abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret think of appearing at a ball given by the wealthiest and most fashionable bankers in Paris? This accounted for his sending to the costumer.</p>
 			<p>“Then you are invited to this ball?”</p>
 			<p>The expressive eyes of <abbr>M.</abbr> Verduret danced with amusement.</p>