And at the sight something leaped within her. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. And, now, to find a messenger.
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