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She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. To-morrow we'll raise our first island. A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed away for ever.
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