"Armand was all in all to me! We had no parents, and brought one another up.

He was my little father, and I, his tiny mother; we loved one another so.

Then one day--do you mind me, Sir Percy?
the Marquis de St.Cyr had my brother Armand thrashed--thrashed by his lacqueys--that brother whom I loved better than all the world! And his offence?
That he, a plebeian, had dared to love the daughter of the aristocrat; for that he was waylaid and thrashed.

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