"I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. You’re all such good cooks. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. I'd go for it. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. I don’t care. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any communication with him.
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