She turned towards the door, and had taken a pace towards it when it was flung open. Gerald perhaps would know how to find him. She appeared not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. Gerald noted the lady’s eyes brighten as she caught sight of him making his way through the throng towards her. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. At nine o'clock, the sheriffs arrived, followed by their officers and javelin-men. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers.
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