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CHAPTER VIII ON STORMY SEAS “All over the house does she put them?” the child asked after she had snipped a fragrant heap. She clapped her hands. “Oh, I’m glad you like fairies, too. Do you know about Bagdad and Semiramide and Good King Arthur and Ivanhoe, and all the other beautiful things in the world?” she asked, breathlessly..
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