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Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. "You'd have hit it off better if you'd called her The Sow. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. "Where are the boys?" "In the hall. Gosse! Dieu du ciel, but how did he get into the convent? She had perforce to obey his command, for speech was impossible. It is a plain case of alcoholic stupor. As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder.
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