Monsieur Charvill, he is also my cousin. He laughed reassuringly. White was scattered across the long stretches of pine trees and corn fields. The action steadied him; and there was a phase of irony, too, that helped. He was—a millionaire. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw.
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