“Is it your maid?” he asked. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain. “Yes,” she said, “that is what we ought to do. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. I suppose you have come to see your granddaughter.
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