He swore when I tried to get it out with the ladle, and told me what it said. I was born of one Suzanne Valade and an Englishman, Nicholas Charvill. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. She was curious, and at the same time clearly resolved she must not hear it.
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