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 We remained at the ‘Refugee House’ for three weeks, my mother in the meantime making efforts to get into town; each day she would walk almost there. When she did get there she found the vandalism was great, the beds ripped up, every mirror was run through with a bayonet, one panel of each door cut out, although none of the doors were locked, and the furniture nearly all broken up.
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