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Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. “I shall be waiting for you there, and in the meantime, if you will help yourself—pray don’t look like that. “Well?” she said. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. ‘So are you. And who knew if the men that Gerald had posted there would follow her to protect her somewhere else? In truth, where were these soldiers? She could not see them, although she assiduously searched the mist-shrouded square from the vantage point of the bay window in the large first floor room which had become her headquarters. Oh God! my limbs fail me.
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