"When in France, I heard from the Marshal that his brother had perished in London on the night of the Great Storm. A species of vertigo seized him. ‘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 was coming to give you intelligence of a comical trick played by this rascal, when I find him here—the last place, I own, where I should have expected to find him. Madame Valade was that kind of woman. Then a hansom drove up, and his heart gave a great leap. “That’s not working so well for you, is it?” She looked at him sheepishly, bringing a Kleenex out of her pocket to wipe away the excess. Funny codgers, aren't they?" he said. It was as much accident as anything, but she had killed him.
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