‘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. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. ‘Why, you have heard yourself all that is being said. . I wonder if I should have locked you up if I’d been your father. So he's come around, then? That's fine. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring.
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