Chapter Forty-ThreeIt was cool in the barn. There was a window in the room where Gilbert was chained to the floor, and he could see the warm sun shining but not feel it. He spread the blanket Achille had given him on the floor, and curled up on his side.
He was so afraid.
Most of the time he could push thoughts of his mother out of his head. He knew she was doing everything she could to find him—she was not one of those people who get hysterical and just run in circles or give up. No, she would be hysterical and calling up the gendarmes every other minute, and out searching the woods herself until she was about to drop from exhaustion. He tried to think of Dufort coming to the rescue, and taking Labiche away in handcuffs, but the image felt made up and didn’t make him feel any better.
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