She wanted to turn him. "I opened the padlock with this crooked nail, which I found in the floor. And then scratched it out and wrote instead, “Gérard”. They hissed me!” “Beasts!” he muttered. She was weeping now. I didn't think. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. Just then—I was nervous. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair.
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