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. Perhaps in the beginning the women made
fools of themselves over him. When Claude Du Val was in Newgate thrown,
He carved his name on the dungeon stone;
Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall,
"You have carved your epitaph, Claude Du Val,
With your chisel so fine, tra la!"
"This S wants a little deepening," mused the apprentice, retouching the letter in
question; "ay, that's better. The air was sweet with the perfume of
flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the
heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. He shuddered.
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