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A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street. ‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open. The washerwoman reported that she had seen a man one day riding out for an early morning hunt, but was unsure of his identity. ‘And I have a very good mind to kill you. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. ” “So much the better,” Anna declared cheerfully.
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