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"Yesh," replied Abraham. Until at last I persuaded him to go to bed. ‘Come, cry a truce. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. There!" Out of the dark unruffled sapphire of the lagoon came vertical flashes of burning silver, singly and in groups. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed.
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