‘Well said, my dear. Gracious, there’s the gong. ’ Which effectually silenced her. Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators.
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