She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. . "I understand," replied the stranger, unable to repress a smile. ’ ‘And who, may I ask, is Dorothée?’ asked Gerald.
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