Capes?” she heard her aunt saying. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. ‘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. That is why I have dyed my hair, that is why I have abandoned my rôle of ingenuèe and altered my whole style of dress. He loved you. He stopped abruptly.
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