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If she wanted men to battle beasts in combat, a festival arose for them to battle for her. It is really cheap, you know. " "My strength fails me," gasped the fugitive. If I’m late again I’ll have to serve another detention!” She excused herself, hoping it was not too obvious she was running away. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl.
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