“Why not?” He repeated, demanding. Gerald smiled and excused himself with the Poussaint girl, whose mouth pinched together as she threw a dagger glance at the voluptuous Madame Valade. It was Martin, she could hear his heart beat. Who but you would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. He seemed to have expected them. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. All I had to do was to piece them together.
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