He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. I ask you, although it is not my place to ask you, to return home. Master, your humble servant. ‘Champion?’ ‘The lad you saw following her.
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