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Michelle's home was one of the smaller palaces, made solidly of red brick with charming black shutters and window boxes full of drooping violets. ’ Emile reached out both hands and grasped her shoulders. . . It was dangerous for her to dare approaching him and she knew the tremendous risk she was taking, but a part of her demanded that he be found. As Jack appeared to be sinking fast, his fetters were removed, his own clothes were returned to him, and he was allowed a mattress and a scanty supply of bed-linen. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. ’ The fellow seized on this. “You must play for us again sometime. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle.
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