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Beneath two tall elms, whose boughs completely overshadowed the roof, stood Mr. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked. ‘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. ” She replied weakly.
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