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“I don’t care where you’re going,” said Bob laughing. “We’ll go exploring, like we did at the Labyrinth.” 'Adieu, dear Emilia; never more will you see your wretched sister, who flies from the cruel fate now prepared for her, certain that she can never meet one more dreadful.—In happiness or misery—in hope or despair—whatever may be your situation—still remember me with pity and affection. Dear Emilia, adieu!—You will always be the sister of my heart—may you never be the partner of my misfortunes!' “Find your ridge,” invited Bob politely, “the one behind which our river flows on and on and—”.
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