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A FRIGHTFUL DEBATE.
Pushing through a swarm into the cot, Fleetwood saw Carinthia on a knee beside a girl's lap, where the stripped child lay.

Its mother held a basin for the dabbing at raw red spots.
A sting of pain touched the memory of its fright, and brought further screams, then the sobs.

Carinthia hummed a Styrian cradle-song as the wailing lulled.
She glanced up; she said to the earl: 'The bite was deep; it was in the blood.

We may have time.