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She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. ‘Ah, yes? To what do I pretend?’ ‘That,’ Gerald said regretfully, ‘I have not yet been able to fathom. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. They will be safe.
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