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Her skin prickled. “Thank you. It was my destiny to have her. Manning’s handwriting, and opened his letter and read some lines before its import appeared. Outside the door he turned and stared at the panels. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have. E. "You poor child!" said Prudence. . The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. 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.
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