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GILBERTE'S NAME
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laume, smitten with a vague remorse, murmured:
"And so, dearest, you will never know your name?"
She smiled:
"But I know my name: is it not Gilberte de la Vaudraye?"
"But your mother?"
"Oh, my mother!" she said, with shining eyes. "Mother's name was mamma!"
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