Paris, 18. “I can see you and Anna groaning and nodding your grave heads together. The infant’s body, now missing its pulverized head, was still twitching among the blood-soaked ruins of corpses. And this shall be your diet till you die. "Let us hope that, like her who 'loved much,' her sins are forgiven her.
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