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But you must come this way now. ” Lucy commented as the mud was smoothed around the grave site. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. I figured it would hurt your feelings if you knew I still talked to him, so I kept my mouth shut. “When it comes there is no mistaking it. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done.
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