‘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. “I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your hands and slipping. Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath your father's roof.
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