She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. “MY DEAR MISS PELLISSIER,— “To-morrow the six months will be up. Over one of the pinnacles of the tower a speck of pallid light marked the position of the moon, then newly born and newly risen. Every time you mention the father, she turns into marble.
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