“Yes. ’ ‘Also madame his wife—’ Charvill’s gorge rose. Her personal maidservant, the first she had ever had in her life, was joyful for her. One never knew when it would be necessary to resume her disguise. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. We met dissecting dogfish. The sergeant had not seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him.
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