‘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 will be off,” she declared. “But you’re wrong. He had meant to come at his business in a roundabout way, but for that little slip. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights.
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