It is you who took my name, not I yours. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. ” “I can assure you,” he answered, “that it isn’t a habit of mine. But it’s love you should’ve had when you were tiny and I didn’t give it to you. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. I have squeezed three kids into it afore now. ‘But this is not to my blame, grandpére. ’ ‘Even that he is, one must be practical. ’ ‘Don’t tell me,’ exploded his second-in-command.
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