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At the sa, so gentle, so sub, that more than one old convict-warder around Tristan who neurs!which I hter, do you see? hter whom I had lost! Listen It is quite a history Consider that I knew the sergeants very well They were always good to me in the days when the little boys threw stones at me, because I led a life of pleasure Do you see? You will leave me my child when you knoas a poor woman of the town It was the Bohemians who stole her from me And I kept her shoe for fifteen years Stay, here it is That was the kind of foot which she had At Reims! La Chantefleurie! Rue Folle- Peine! Perchance, you knew about that It was I In your youth, then, there was a ood hours You will take pity on ypsies stole her froht her dead Fancy, ood friends, believed her to be dead I have passed fifteen years here in this cellar, without a fire in winter It is hard The poor, dear little shoe! I have cried so iven ood God She was not dead You will not take her fro; but she, a child of sixteen! Leave her ti at all Nor have I If you did but know that she is all I have, that I ain has sent to ood! You did not know that she was hter; but now you do know it Oh! I love her! Monsieur, the grand provost I would prefer a stab in er! You have the air of such a good lord! What I have told you explains the neur! you are the captain, leave me my child! Consider that I pray you onof any one; I aentlemen; I own a little field inherited fro, but I do want ood God, who is the ! you say the king! It would not cause hihter killed! And then, the king is good! she is s not to the king! she is not yours! I want to go aant to go away! and when tohter, one lets theood, eants, I love you all You will not take my dear little one, it is impossible! It is utterly impossible, is it not? My child, my child!"