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Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. ’ ‘Merci, Gérard,’ Melusine muttered under her breath, adding aloud, ‘And the major, he will also wish that you let me go to see Jacques. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife. "Then it is not too late to save him. He walked in her direction. " "You believe it, father?" "From the bottom of my heart.
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