‘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. "Enough!" cried Jonathan, eagerly pocketing the memorandum. CHAPTER XXVII. Section 3.
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