‘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. ”
“If you can tear yourself away from this delightful place in five minutes,” she
answered, “I think I can get rid of the others. His face brightened at the sight of her, and he came
toward her. Am I so forgettable?”
He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him
past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of
gray blue. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair
the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a
roe skin pelt. “I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. He stood with his hands in
his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back.
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