207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. To-night we leave for Marseilles. ’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. . I do not care in the least. The old man was conducted to Jack's cell by the turnkey, who remained near him during their interview.
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