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sciousness she was scarce yet used to carrying, but
she had as beneath her feet a mine of something
precious. She seemed to herself to stand near the
mouth, not yet quite cleared. The mine but needed
working and would certainly yield a treasure. She
was not thinking, either, of Milly's gold.


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