“Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly. Only her babe died. “You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers. “I will do whatever you want,” said Ann Veronica. “My word holds,” she said.
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