It’s John. Surely his calculated desire to sit near her
meant that his attention had surely been brought from its
normal diversions into her realm. I should like to have had
you forgive me. ‘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. "
"Oh!" Ruth laughed softly. But you couldn't. By
following her he had discovered her secret nook in the rocks. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel
a traitor. A few bricks,
dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as
it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to
force an entrance into the room. It’s well hidden, miss.
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