” She was silent, and in the gloom of the dimly lit apartment he could not see her face. They buried him in Willesden churchyard after the robbery. Do so; and I am yours as heretofore. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice.
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