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The Dawn Pearl. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. And for Suzanne and the vicomte, I am nothing. Marina gently passed the swaddled infant to his mother, who sat down on the bed proudly to nurse the baby, extracting a fat breast from her heavy gown. Meanwhile, the clergyman, bare-headed and in his surplice, advanced to meet them. It consisted of a close jerkin of brown frieze, ornamented with a triple row of brass buttons; loose Dutch slops, made very wide in the seat and very tight at the knees; red stockings with black clocks, and a fur cap.
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