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" "Hold!" interposed Winifred, gravely. Mike chortled. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the constant vigil was broken. Returning to the audience-chamber, Blueskin had the Jew brought before him.
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