It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. "I'd rather you went over the last four chapters, which I haven't polished yet. But still you have told me of my real mother when I thought it was Suzanne Valade. I’m sorry to hurt your feelings.
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