‘Pardon, milor’,’ said Valade, ‘but Monsieur Charvill, he was not at fault. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. Rummage, my boy, do.
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