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Glendora flapped away.
The rice wasn't dosed with opium, indeed it had no taste at all, not a grain of salt.
She ate what she could and went out along the covered passageway, with the rain dripping from the vines.
In the kitchen Glendora was despairingly picking chickens.
`` Get a basket '', Sarah told her.
`` We'll go to the storehouse ''.

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