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But at the word “home” she turned again. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. For an instant, Gerald wished the rest of the world away that he might go to her and administer appropriate comfort. It’s a beautiful plant, but a tender one. One night she apparently fell asleep. “I must take them,” she said, to help herself over her own incredulity. My name is Wild— Jonathan Wild. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. Surely our advice would have been worth having, at any rate. Pancras,” she directed, promptly. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
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