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Foes

CHAPTER XVII
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He went down at once to the pool and stood by the kelpie willow.

He was not thinking, he was not keenly feeling.

He seemed to stand in open, endless, formless space, and in unfenced time.

A clump of dry reeds rose by his knee, and upon the other side of these he noticed that a stone had been lifted from its bed.

He stooped, and in the reeds he found an inch-long fragment of ribbon--of a snood.
He stepped back from the willow.


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