The ring's yours, and you're mine. Beneath the shelf, containing these books, hung the fine old ballad of 'St. We are not animals. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering.
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