"Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard. She broke this promise when she told me that my mother was this Mary, and not Suzanne Valade at all. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. There is the key. She recoiled. But that was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of vast unexampled release. Somehow.
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