Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of devastation. ‘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 was impossible.
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