"Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow. ’ ‘Eh bien. They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. This is a case either of suicide or murder. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. ” “But I didn’t lose it that way, did I?” She grew hysterical.
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