Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. I’m going to that stupid party at the Vorsack’s to get to the bottom of it. "Not a farthing of it shall be expended except in the Captain's service. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. My heart cannot take it.
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