But only inside, you understand, that one cannot see it. I knew where I would go next: Florence. "I've counted ten coffins so far. ‘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.
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