The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There — Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
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The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There was such intense tyrannical passion in the gesture that the marquis relinquished the doorknob and came back.

— Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot
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