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The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awaking to happiness. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. "Good work. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. " He paused, and not without malice.
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