“I was born there. It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. ‘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. Indignation carried her through that night, that men and the world could so entreat her.
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