There were a few loose, broken fragments of rock to reckon with upon the ledges, and one place where hands did as much work as toes. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. ‘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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