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It had been very peaceful in the little cave for countless years. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon. Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground; others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and "shrivelled up like scrolls of parchment. ‘Oh, famous. "I thought we were going to have some music," she said. ” “It came,” he said.
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