His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. ‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. “So am I. ’ ‘Never mind the comtesse,’ adjured Prudence. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it.
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