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I've left mine on the spikes of the New Prison, and must borrow yours. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. The sharp point of the sword at the girl’s throat bit sideways. The day is already half over. “What’s wrong with having witchcraft books? Is she afraid that the Princeton Hill villagers will burn you at stake?” Lucy asked sarcastically. Anna thrust hers into her pocket unopened, and for the first time left the house without a smile upon her face.
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