In vain did the woollendraper offer to set him free if he would restore the stolen article, or give up his associate, to whom it was supposed he might have handed it. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. She wanted to be on with the show. ‘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. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. Michelle blinked rapidly and Lucy could hear her heart speeding up. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. Certainly, there wasn't a thing in the pockets. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can.
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