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But the dragon-fly was fleet, and gratitude strengthened her wings to pay her host the honour she owed him. And, truly, in the dim twilight good counsel and guidance were scarce. She flitted hither and thither without knowing rightly what was to be done, when, by the last vanishing sunbeam, she saw hanging on the edge of the cave some strawberries who had
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