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To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. "An audience might have frightened the birds. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. Gerald liked her enormously. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. I don’t want to get old or to watch my kids get married or retire. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. The couple reappeared from behind the curtains, both visibly shaken.
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