‘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. And yet, when you offered to help, it was what is to come that I had in mind. Oh, I grew fond of you as the years went by.
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