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"A poison-wand!" echoed Etwald, a sudden light showing in his cold eyes. "I never heard of such a thing." "Initiation's over!" shouted someone in a voice of authority, and suddenly the candle-lights vanished into a tumultuous darkness, while there was a confusion of scurrying noises that made Patricia's head swim for a moment. "I hope Elinor tries for it," she said excitedly. "She'll say she's too green, I suppose.".
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