‘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. Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full. His voice when he spoke was almost fiercely assertive, but there was an undernote of nervousness. Ruth hugged the envelope and McClintock, with the end of a burnt match, drew a cabalistic sign. So the talk went on, and presently they were criticising novelists, and certain daring essays of Wilkins got their due share of attention, and then they were discussing the future of the theatre.
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