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’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. The attempt was unsuccessful. We were worried. Her cargo is nearly shipped. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her.
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