on,” Sabriel said, suddenly feeling afraid for toucone.

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    But tell me of t?”

    “Mogget?” repeated Sabriel, surprised again.

    “But I met  our e cat,  carries a miniature Saraneth.”

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    “I t ed off again. S mean to be bad-  tempered, but t felt reunion beter. o notice  as a repository for numerous revelations and as an agent to deal h Kerrigor.

    Abopped, and gato a quick, one-armed embrace.  strong, but Sabriel felt anoty temporarily born of lig doomed to fade at nightfall.

    “I  been an ideal parent, I know,”

    Ably. “None of us ever are.

    y to many people rides rougies; difficulties and enemies crus softness; our er, and I  noime—a beats, no more— and I must tle against a terrible enemy.

    Our parts no fater, but one old Ab behere is always my love.”

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