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but he hesitated, not knowing how to frame his complaints, his pleadings, his endearments.

Far above all these thoughts towered one, fatal, dominant and wrathful.
"Who is that man ?" The spiteful accent, the harsh voice with which he said these words surprised him as though they came from someone else's mouth.
The nurse looked at him with her great limpid eyes, eyes that seemed forever freed from contractions of surprise or fear.

Her response slipped from her with equal directness.
"It is Laurier.