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Then she spoke, with a carelessness he instantly suspected. “It’s something that bothers me. I had not seen the courtyard in many years and I was happy to dream of those times. There was now a girl in the picture, so it seemed. " "I'll give you something better worth keeping," she answered, detaching the ornament from her neck, and presenting it to him; "this contains a lock of my hair, and may remind you sometimes of your little sister. Kneebone," she added, drawing up her magnificent figure to its full height, and making the heavy cudgel whistle through the air, "look to yourself. The highest form of knowledge was magic: the priesthood.
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