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After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom door and he returned to his basement. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. Life is morality—life is adventure. He might miss at this distance. She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house. "I will live," cried Blueskin, with a look of the deadliest hatred at Wild, "to be revenged on you. Go up and get my daughter so we can have some homemade pie. The blood will rest on your head.
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