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CHAPTER XVII LIGHTNING FROM A CLEAR SKY Madame de Camors had closed her eyes to conceal her tears. She opened them at the instant Vautrot seized her hand and called her "Poor angel!" Seeing the man on his knees, she could not comprehend it, and only exclaimed, simply: "Are you mad, Vautrot?" "Yes, I am mad!" Vautrot threw his hair back with a romantic gesture common to him, and, as he believed, to the poets-"Yes, I am mad with love and with pity, for I see your sufferings, p