I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly. ‘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 bowed and indicated the open door at the back of the hall.
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