The noose was at its throat when I called for help. ‘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 wasn't aware that I had rejected him, or so harshly. “You are talking like a boy.
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