ou mean, this one?”

    “ts about t.

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    Probably because t like ter a feically  possible way.”

    ts scrubbing just long enougo flick some er at Mogget, w  him.

    Just before anot basin-load of er  Sabriel, s s under tail dividing the bedspread.

    “t’s enoug drencer drained out tiled area. t Sabriel, as it stopped ed to towel her dry.

    Sco and tried to finis terattacked by combing ussle. Eventually, bet, and submitted to a manicure and vigorous hair-brushing.

    Siny, repeated silver key motif on t in t  backed one of tters,  second later, Mogget raced t Sabriel t he door behind her.

    Dinner ately room t took up  ed by to ceiling stained-glass  tern end. ter Magic.

    Per at all, Sabriel mused, as sc of toiling figures t iny Cer marks making up tterns.

    It  judging from t  dusk. Sabriel realized s  for a full day, or possibly even two.

    A table nearly as long as tretcly polisable of  some ligrous timber,  cellars, candelabra and ratastic-looking decanters and covered dishes.

    But only t, ruments, te textbook.

    Sra of a pomegranate before, for example.

    One place able and to t of t of a cusool. Sabriel  jumped up on tool and said, “Come on! t serve till you’re seated.”

    “tyrant of t co transparent, as if Cer marks ly etcic one.

    tood grouped around a door—tcang of cooking—  and stared at   to meet any eyes.

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    “Your neress. No’s