She passed down the stairs and into the street. Why? What is she to you?”
“I was there by accident,” Ennison answered. He resumed his listening. ‘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. She wanted
his attention, but so did everyone else. Eh bien, why did he
not repeat it? What was she to say?
‘Prudence,’ she began hesitantly, pronouncing the name in the French way,
‘has said that she will help me to—to marry an Englishman. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. "
As she said this, she drew a little aside, while Mrs.
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