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The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. Her sister had told him that it was true. She is called Madame Ibstock, you understand. “By-the-bye,” he said, presently, “your sister was married to old Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t she? I saw the notice in the papers. ‘But you do not understand, mon ami. F. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. Herculis was surrounded by an archipelago, which local chroniclers had claimed was teeming with mermaids.
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