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On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. Her mind wandered back to that fateful day. The jailers robbed the prisoners: the prisoners robbed one another. 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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