Her little white hand stole across the table. 95 The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been brought in for DUI. ‘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. The shot had taken effect upon the waterman who rowed the chase. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin.
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