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5. ” Lucy gestured to the Treehouse, which had been roofed and framed. Their heads touched again, their arms tightened. "So the wheelman told you? I've always spoken it, though I can neither read nor write it. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. But don't let my name frighten you. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes. She made herself a private declaration of liberty. ” She shivered.
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