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Once Jerry had started his tale, it flowed on without interruption. He seemed anxious to get it out. The King, in the hope of preventing the misfortune foretold by the old fairy, immediately sent forth a proclamation forbidding everyone, on pain of death, either to spin with a spindle, or to have spindles in their possession. “I meant particularly at school.”.
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