He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. Her fingers rested upon his. The silence grew unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\" \"My surname? You mean my last name?\" \"Yes. ‘Monsieur Charvill thought perhaps that his daughter would find not a welcome.
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