Arrived in the plantation she sat down with her back against a tree trunk. “What is the good of talking?” said her brother. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. They are not your children, they never were.
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