‘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. "You've given him a broken head, I perceive. ‘But it is not on the horse at all, Jacques. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry.
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