‘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. Master, your humble servant. Due to play hockey. I mean my cut-offs and boots. I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will plunge it to my heart.
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