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All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. ’ ‘Why must you?’ asked Gerald calmly. Every man in her life had betrayed her one way or another. When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still salty with blood. At length, I shall ascertain my name. ” She glanced into his blue eyes wearily. When Claude Du Val was in Newgate thrown, He carved his name on the dungeon stone; Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall, "You have carved your epitaph, Claude Du Val, With your chisel so fine, tra la!" "This S wants a little deepening," mused the apprentice, retouching the letter in question; "ay, that's better. Wild," implored the turnkeys.
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