‘Very well,’ he said, lowering his own weapon. ‘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 kissed her again. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. "When is he to suffer?" she demanded, fixing her large black eyes, which burnt with an insane gleam, upon him.
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