‘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. But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension, he made a profound reverence, and retired. Brendon and I returned from the ‘Unusual,’ and found him lying in my room shot through the lungs. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. ” “Is it necessary to send for the police?” Anna asked.
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