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Hot coffee and cakes were sent in to them in the morning by some intelligent sympathizer, or she would have starved all day. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. I cannot think he will welcome a French émigré for his granddaughter. CHAPTER XVI. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. She stared at him. “For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris.
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