Her delight in the smallest things was like that of a child. There were days when she ran in the garden, like a child of ten, after a butterfly or a … - Alexandre Dumas fils

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Her delight in the smallest things was like that of a child. There were days when she ran in the garden, like a child of ten, after a butterfly or a dragon-fly. This courtesan who had cost more money in bouquets than would have kept a whole family in comfort, would sometimes sit on the grass for an hour, examining the simple flower whose name she bore.