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‘Where did you get that, miss?’ ‘It is the sword of monsieur le major. I wish very much that you had written before leaving Paris. "Keep a sharp look out, Bess. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. It was time to get up. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. ‘It must be painful. Why don’t you just tell me what is going on with you! Why the police questioned you! Why they’re looking for your mother? I’ll understand! Just tell me and I swear to God Lucy I’ll understand.
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