“Your father is dead too, I believe,” he continued, “and your mother. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. “I wish he had,” she said. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. It was a habit of his to talk to himself. She stood up before him, smiling faintly.
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