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Marigold shook her head, and while her expression of face was grave, there were thrills running up and down her. The Elf had called her Miss Marigold! It wasn't the first time Marigold had been called 'Miss,' but it was certainly the first time an Elf had referred to her as thus. As she pondered, she realised anew that a first time an Elf had spoken to her at all, and she lifted her eyes wonderingly to the Elf's face again.
"Mr. Snaveling has not told me of Elves yet," said Marigold. "I was asking him to tell me about his adventures as a Ranger, but he said he had had none. I couldn't quite understand that, because of course Rangers always have adventures. He said that he wasn't a Ranger at all, but I don't believe him." She was quite aware that Snaveling heard every word she said, as he was sitting just across from her, but she gave a little toss of her head and didn't seem to mind that she was guilty of what Mrs. Hilldweller called 'impudence.'
"Would you tell me about Elves?" Marigold questioned eagerly, wondering if it was too bold of her to ask, and not reflecting that the Elf had offered it in the first place.
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