’ ‘Gosse,’ corrected Lucilla. ‘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. And in that respect they stir up one another. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother? With deliberation, he spoke. You called yourself a murderess.
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