To-night we leave for Marseilles. Rhea went down, screeching and clawing at the air for the sword, which clanked heavily on the ground. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. I want to ask you a plain question, and you must answer me faithfully.
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