And taking the keys, he departed on the errand. And it’s gorgeous!” “Glorious!” said Ann Veronica. ‘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. “He was a friend of your sister’s, was he not?” “I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. Of course, it was ridiculous, this inclination to assist the fugitive, based as it was upon an intangible university idea. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied. “Of course you don’t. ’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You must be got rid of, that is seen. He had an appointment in Jersey, you know, after he left the army. By a sort of instinct. His eyes were red. But d—n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out.
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