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Guiding this man of hers over the troubled sea of life had engraved these lines. Hardened as he may be, that would touch him. I called myself Anna. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. Anna tore it open and passed it to Courtlaw.
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