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Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to look for his hostess. "Do not shed more blood," cried the carpenter. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. It was a mass of knick-knacks. “Just look that through, will you. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father.
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