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‘But I have the pistol,’ Gerald pointed out. ‘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. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too.
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