Chapter 69 - Page 2
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But once more waved off, silently they vanished.
Again the buried barb tore, at my soul; again Yillah was invoked, but
Hautia made reply.
Slowly wore out the night. But when uprose the sun, fled clouds, and
fled sadness.
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