‘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—I will," replied Wood hastily. He’s—He lives in a world of possibilities outside your imagination. She’s very special. She seemed to have no idea whatever of the emotional states that were becoming to her age and position. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude.
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