Firramer was a kindly man and when he saw the young woman approaching he prepared to welcome her. Her face was smiling but he could see in her eyes a sadness and a fear of being turned away.
"Greetings!" he said with a friendly smile, and giving a little bow out of courtesy. "Will you be so kind as to join our table, m'lady?"
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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