He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. “John, of course I forgive you if it is what you need from me. According to Lucilla, this comtesse had constituted herself something of a social leader in the rapidly growing assemblage of refugees, and would undoubtedly be ready to introduce an eligible bachelor appropriately. ‘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. ‘It is necessary that one is at all times ready to protect oneself,’ explained the young lady flatly.
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