You know very well that you took from my easel David Courtlaw’s study of me, and sent it to Cariolus. You complain of a condition, but you leave the correction to someone else. It was true. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. She is no more English than that set of beggars over there. But he tells them that I am a spy.
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