Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. And, to show you that I have no intention of flying, I will myself close and lock the door. She had eaten them.
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