"Oh, my poor Mathilde! Why my necklace was paste! It was worth at most only five hundred francs!" "Oh, my poor Mathilde! Why my necklace was paste! It was worth at most only five...
“Our father is dead!”, he yelled at them all. “He is dead!”. “Our father is dead!”, he yelled at them all. “He is dead!”.
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