F. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. “My arrival appears to be opportune,” he said stiffly. A disconcerting gray eye that had a mystifying depth. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob.
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