"So you know Monsieur Marot? They say he resembles Lerouge, but I don't think so. Anyhow, he's in love with Mademoiselle Remy."
Mlle. Fouchette's steel-blue eyes flashed fire.
"You lie!" she screamed, in sudden frenzy. "You lie! you drunken gossip!"
Mlle. Madeleine was on her feet in an instant, but Fouchette's right foot caught her on the point of the chin, and the stout grisette went down like a log.
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Madeleine came to her senses to find her antagonist bending over her with a wet towel and weeping hysterically.
They immediately embraced and wept together.