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"You did right," returned Trenchard. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to
her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her
doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and
demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait
ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. At length, however, the prisoner was got out, when such was the
rush of the multitude that several persons were trampled down, and received
severe injuries. A young woman with a white badge on her arm stood and counted
the sections as they entered their vans. But still you
have told me of my real mother when I thought it was Suzanne Valade.
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