The man pulled up. "Come, let's be off. “You are late,” she murmured. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. He must not in any way call their attention to it. It's always hard work for a rich man's son to stand alone. ‘Where did you get that, miss?’ ‘It is the sword of monsieur le major.
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