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Also from the capital came news of grave fears for the safety of the royal family, who had moved there from Versailles. ” He said while grabbing her hands and 229 jerking her to her feet like a puppet, callously. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. The man was my husband. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. But he died when he was a child—long ago—long ago—long ago. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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