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I suppose it is the mirrors and decorations. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. Not my affair, of course, but I think we ought to teach them more or restrain them more. Lucy had caught it when it was a millimeter away from hitting her teeth. "Good Lord!—cannibals?" "Aye. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort.
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