I don't know; I really don't know," she found herself repeating. Using the shirt, she cleaned away the blood. ‘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. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery.
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