" Quarter of an hour later O'Higgins stepped off the gangplank. "We were close upon him when he suddenly disappeared. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. "That's odd. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. “I’d like to dedicate tonight’s performance to the person that helped inspire me to complete my first major work. These desperadoes had been the most active in demolishing the coach, and now, being supported by the rabble, they audaciously approached the very portals of the ancient Hall. ‘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.
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