‘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. " The words were scarcely pronounced, when Rowland disappeared. No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible. Something forbade him to draw her toward him and seal the compact with a kiss. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager. ‘I disgust you, eh? Very well, then. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge.
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