” She stopped abruptly, and turned about toward the front door. "Not a syllable!" answered the carpenter, angrily. And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New Mint. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. "You have both," replied Wood, fervently.
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