"Once there," proceeded Wild, without noticing the interruption, "he's as good as in his grave. Lucy felt her heart splinter in her breast. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door.
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