Wood," she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp. All her pride raged at me. ‘Yes, but quite my own fault. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. ‘That little kiss cost him his sanctuary, my girl, and don’t you forget it. Certainly, there wasn't a thing in the pockets.
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