Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. ‘Do you tell me that my disreputable son had the infernal insolence to pass you off as that whoring Frenchwoman’s daughter?’ His answer was in their faces. Where the devil have you hidden all those weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you.
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