‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. It was an impulse. “Mid-thirties. "He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. ” “The truth!” There was a brief but intense silence. ” “Thanks to me,” he repeated, puzzled. Dump popped his head into the cage.
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