‘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. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the silence became oppressive.
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