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But who would pay the ransom? There was no one left in his family. But don’t think your heroic milice will save you. Let's get one idea into our heads. It was neither good nor bad. Warned of the approach of the prisoners by the increased clamour, Sharples, who was busied in distributing the Marquis's donation, affected to throw the remainder of the money among the crowd, though, in reality, he kept back a couple of guineas, which he slipped into his sleeve, and running hastily up the steps, unlocked the door. Anna turned deliberately away from the bedside. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. She had found a couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about the opening of a theater that mentioned him. She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he awoke.
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