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‘And I suppose I shall be obliged to endure another nonsensical tale about your husband. The highest form of knowledge was magic: the priesthood. I’ll wait my whole life!” He cried. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered. "There's only one way out of the muddle, that I can see. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding.
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