’ ‘Why should Gérard care?’ sneered Gosse. "Do they treat you ill?" asked her son. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man’s shoulder. I shall not let you go till I am quite sure. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. Her father became much less distant towards his only daughter in the days that followed. Here would be a woman perfectly unrecognizable, strong, ruthless but just. You must know that.
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