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"Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. Wild!" demanded Trenchard, as if he had formed a sudden resolution. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. Had romance to be banished from life?. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. She was given a glimpse of his soul. ’ ‘Then you shall no longer do so.
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