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Next to the executioner stood his wife—the former Mrs. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. “Let me hasten,” she said, “to reassure you. Sheppard had been interred. Contests were held every year, the type of which depended on her caprice. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites.
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