You shall tell me if I am wrong. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother? With deliberation, he spoke. She was silent. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. You were pointed out to me at—a few nights ago.
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