" She laughed; and it was pleasant laughter in his ears. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors.
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