Book 2, Chapter 13: “You Must Take Me with My Own Soul!”

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​⁠After dinner, in the salon of the bells, under the lamps from which the great shades permitted only an obscure light to filter, good Madame Marmet was warming herself by the hearth, with a white cat on her knees. The evening was cool. Madame Martin, her eyes reminiscent of the golden light, the violet peaks, and the ancient trees of Florence, smiled with happy fatigue. She had gone with Miss Bell,