Accompanied by the sound of a striking cane, Neuvillette's voice rang out, carrying that familiar, courtroom-commanding silence.
Frankly, those two words were remarkably effective.
At the very least, Vacher, whose mind had been entirely consumed by thoughts of his lost love, was jolted back to his senses by them. He turned around with a trembling stagger, gazing at the utterly stern figure of Neuvillette.
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