] CHAPTER XI The second call energized her into action. A lucky escape. It was a work of no slight danger, for every instant a wall, or fragment of a building, came crashing to the ground. Three more people came to meet them at the door. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. “In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. IX. ‘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. None presented themselves to save him from that return. She answered weakly, “I’m fine, John. 9. ” “DUSTING!” said Miss Miniver, in a sepulchral voice.
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