‘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. He barely shook the rose petals from her hair. He was asleep. What had shifted his casual interest was the visible prospect of a party of three who were coming down the packet gangplank. I thought he was in Newgate.
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