I can’t. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. He did not explain what had happened to her. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground.
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