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Rh, 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!"