‘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. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. "Get up, then," said Jack, freeing his foot from the stirrup. ‘Now see here, missie. Maggot. He, for his part, was trying to grasp the series of unexpected reactions that had so wrecked their tete-a-tete. Later.
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