‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. He had tossed an honoured name into the mire; he required no prison bars to accentuate this misery. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. From under his pillow he dragged forth the key to the trunk.
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