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Lucille Debelleyme thought: "This is going to be the most difficult night of my life, I wonder how I shall live through it." She had returned to the Rue du Hanay decorously early, decorously attired. Madame Trou had been in the corridor as if waiting for her and gave her a suspicious look.
"You have the letter for which I asked you, Mademoiselle?" she demanded in her thick, ugly French.