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GILBERTE
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ner. Before that, at Berlin, it was Dumas. ... And, at Moscow" ...
"You don't know the reason why your parents used to change their name like that?"
"No, I do not."
"You saw nothing in your parents' character to explain it?"
"No, nothing."
"Were they on good terms?"
"Oh, yes! They were so fond of each other! And mother was so happy!"
So happy! How positively Gilberte was able to say that! Happy indeed beside her husband, under his eyes, with her hand in his. But why was she so often caught crying? Why those hours of gloomy melancholy, of inexplicable depression? Why had she one day drawn her daughter to her, stammering:
"Ah, my child; my child! Never do anything that you have to hide: it is too painful!"
