He assured me that he did not know who my father was."
"And your mother, was she equally ignorant?" She was sneering, but he did not remark it. Her back was to the light.
"He would not disclose her name to me. He confessed her to be a dear friend of his."
She startled him by laughing, and her laugh was not pleasant.
"A very dear friend, you may be sure, you simpleton. What name do you bear?"
He restrained his own rising indignation to answer her question calmly: "Moreau. It was given me, so I am told, from the Brittany village in which I was born. But I have no claim to it. In fact I have no name, unless it be Scaramouche, to which I have earned a title.
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