Mother-of-pearl
Sees:
Bitter
Law,
Carriage
Falls!
Woman
Tumbles:
Loin
Bleeds:
– Whimpers!
Outcry.
Original French
Cocher ivre
Pouacre
Boit :
Nacre
Voit :
Acre
Loi,
Fiacre
Choit !
Femme
Tombe :
Lombe
Saigne :
– Clame !
Geigne.
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