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There was, it might be said, a double illumination. She felt like Snow White in a secret forest house populated by dwarves. Maybe half a year, counting this summer. A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. Why don’t you go in? Charvill is there. I made her my unwilling confederate.
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