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Spurling, half aside. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. Hitherto, no visiters had been permitted to see him.
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