’” Anna made no remark. That was the Frenchie, Valade, surely. "Mother!" cried the son, "help!" "What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and extending her hands towards him. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer. ‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I beg. In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered.
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