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But still you have told me of my real mother when I thought it was Suzanne Valade. Darell's peculiar bent of mind was exemplified in a rusty broadsword, a tall grenadier's cap, a musket without lock or ramrod, a belt and cartouch-box, with other matters evincing a decided military taste. ‘You, soldiers,’ she yelled.
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