And the Lord sat at her table

Allez, venez, Milord,
vous asseoir à ma table:
il fait si froid, dehors;
ici c'est confortable.
Legend has it the great Édith Giovanna Gassion died this very day on Provence but her corpse was taken by car to Paris overnight and wasn't oficially pronounced dead until the next day, hence the confusion on the date of his passing. What's true, though, is that she was as great as diminutive (4 ft 8 in), here next to Sullivan looking like a petite, fragile girl, with a somewhat childlike voice.

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