‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. A lucky escape. All superfine holland. Wood, was much better furnished with eatables than might have been expected, and boasted a loaf, a knuckle of ham, a meat-pie, and a flask of wine. ‘I do not wish to hear any more reasons so foolish, so do not trouble to think of them.
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