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Then she again buried her face in her hands, placed her folded arms on
her child, and once more began to sob.
The woman who was there came up to me, and without saying a word, wiped
my mouth with a handkerchief. I had blood upon my lips.
What could be done? Alas! We went out overwhelmed.
It was quite dark. Bancel and Versigny left me.
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