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But in the train going home her aunt reasoned it out. She examined Michelle’s pale face. Gin Lane's the nearest road to the churchyard. “I had to. 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. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers.
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