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Somewhere a tiny foot stamped in exasperation. 'That really makes me cross, Sparhawk!' a familiar voice scolded him. 'Now go back to sleep'at once!
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All of the tension went out of him in a moment, and he was left feeling. . . like some gross intruder! The girl Helen Lake, surely? was beautiful, and quite naked.