"Look at it!" he felt like screaming. "Plague on't!" added he: "I never meant to take your babby from you. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. ‘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. ” He looked at her intensely, his dark eyes deepened with sleeplessness. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them.
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