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In the north they called her Manitou, in the south, Pabothkew. “All day. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I’m afraid, but if you treat me like this you will teach me to forget it. I’ve got imagination.
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