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‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. He needed to
laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. Lucy had baked the apple and
pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and
adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while
no one looked. He tore his gaze away, aware of the quickening of his heartbeat. "You are, Sir," thundered Jonathan; "and, unless you find him, you shan't hold
your place a week. Spurlock began to watch for Ruth's coming in the morning; first, with negligent
interest, then with positive eagerness.
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