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‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. "You can generally understand that language. Just as he reached them, the Comte de St Erme drew Valade a little apart and began to converse with him in rapid French. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother.
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