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"Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par
with what we've just heard. It is not well
that a daughter should talk to her father as Ruth talked to hers that day. Everything is being done that can be. "Where did you find it!" asked Wood. Well, I was all for dragging in Bow Street
there and then, and getting the pair of those fraudsters thrown in gaol. She
whipped round suddenly, and discovered the woman wedged into the corner by
the window, keeping out of the way. "It won't do to betray the officer," he
muttered. Gravely he placed them in his aunt's hand. He raised her to a sitting
position. 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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