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Her eyes closed, her body relaxed; the potion had done its work quickly. We laid her beside Ventnor on the pile of silken stuffs, covered them both with a fold, then looked at each other long and silently -- and I wondered whether my face was as grim and drawn as his.
"It appears," he said at last, curtly, "that it's up to you and me for powwow quick. I hope you're not sleepy."