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There they were, all of them, down in the syringa arbor—Olea the cook, Lisa the nursemaid, Asta, Andrea, and Dagny. He therefore condescended to relieve Julia from her terrors, by assuring her of his protection; but he did this in a manner so ungracious, as almost to destroy the gratitude which the promise demanded. She hastened with the joyful intelligence to Madame de Menon, who wept over her tears of thankfulness. There they stood with their angry faces close together as they quarreled over the two seconds. It seemed as if the dispute might end in blows. “She had quite a good many—eight big beautiful apples—and six of them hadn’t the least speck of a bruise on them anywhere.”.