Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. I've no doubt he's as honest as either of you. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. ” “Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly.
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