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‘Well, nothing,’ uttered her betrothed crossly, before Gerald could answer. 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. This path, bordered on each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them to a stile. ” He closed the door of 109 in her face. . So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone.
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