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Their paths converged at the place where the stream leapt into the light through a fern shrouded cleft in the rock.  A lad of six dressed in whitest wool, his boots embroidered with dancing hare and reindeer, stood gently stroking the tightly furled fiddlenecks.
 
“Are you the whortleberry child?  Have you a home?”
 
He gave her no [...]

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