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“The smallest will do for me quite well. Almost worthy of your own fertile imagination. Then he goes stony, and beats his way around the islands for another three months. ‘Tell me the truth, Melusine. But the great point was still unaccomplished. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne.
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