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Miss Ellicot, who sang ballads, and liked Brendon to turn over the pages for her, tossed her head. Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. We all did that in our youth, when first we came upon a fine story; else we were worthless metal indeed.
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