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Tell me about your island. 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. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too. It had been her home for hundreds of years. ‘Signed by a priest at Le Havre, so it must be true. He could neither stifle nor deaden that. Profoundly.
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