“How’d you know it was me?” He looked conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. Besides, the sun had gone in and it looked like rain. Jack, meanwhile, heard, the shouts, and, though alarmed by them, held on a steady course. I am sure that he can be got rid of. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. Don’t ask me how.
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