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BARLIMAN: I hear he’s a bloke who delivers grain?
ROWLIE APPLEDORE: Fallen hero – sounds a bit like a Salford artist, but living in a Devonshire village.
ERIADOR: Note. Three notes, alternatively. Lose a dental plosive to find yourself here.
COMBE: Here is a preening tool, note. Take the fifth.
STADDLE: Sit astride this place, but lose your way. Take the sixth.
ARCHET: Here we find Robin Hood, professionally, in a way? Lost his way but had tea, or so we hear.
NOB: Good French runs backward to reveal him.
CHETWOOD: Little forest of unfair play? Lose an article to lose this reputation. Take the eighth.
Correct! All done.
And over to Huinesoron!
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